The cost of milk.

I bought a pint of milk the other day. I don't really buy milk, because it does horrific things to my insides and makes my head feel all stuffed up and gooey. Possibly too information there, but it sets the scene nicely, I feel. I bought some milk because I fancy doing a little rice pudding or something at the weekend - you know, the sort of tasty pudding that you don't mind running the risk of death-through-lactoverdose for.

My pint of milk cost 49p. Personally I thought it was a little excessive, especially seeing as the cow that put all the effort in isn't going to see any of that cash, but it got me thinking back to the posh boys thing a few weeks ago with David Cameron and that Osborne fellow. Magazines often ask celebrities to guess what a pint of milk costs, and politicians seem to think that knowing the price showcases their folksy charm (who buys a pint of milk at a time anyway? Someone tight buying for the office kitchen or a lonely pensioner, I should imagine).

I don't know what a pint of milk costs, myself. Perhaps this rules me out of ever seeking high public office, but my folksy charm lies elsewhere. Then again, why on earth should the prime minister know the price of milk? I would be annoyed if I thought the bloke who was supposed to be running the country spent a couple of hours pushing a trolley round Sainsbury's every Thursday night. We all know that if he slips anything remotely associated with normal life into an interview it's because he's spent about 40 seconds reading through a briefing paper slipped into his suitcase by an eager aide who looks like he should be doing his Sats.

I'm not saying the prime minister is out of touch because he's posh and rich and whatever, because that's largely irrelevant. He's necessarily out of touch with the working man (and who wants the working man running the country anyway? He is invariably a paunchy, pasty, Sun-reading, slightly racist dullard) because he's the one keeping the country solvent, or protected from nuclear bombs evaporating every pint of milk within a 10-mile radius of detonation. I have no such lofty excuses myself - like I said, I just don't buy milk, really.