A certain nauseous feeling always arises, when in my sister's car. It is always when we enter Total petrol station. It is not the scent of the petroleum that gives me a sickly feeling. It is in fact, the notion, that the Prime Minister of Burma is under house arrest, as her citizens cannot afford the fuel and food costs of the illegal government under the nom de jeure of Myanmer. A government that spends more on military processions than the welfare of Burmese people. A vile regime based on supernatural jingoism, enfused with pseudo-communism.

Bear in mind I that I watch far too much children's televison with 3 children under 10 years old - but this seemed prescient on a number of levels.  Should Blue Peter be running a competition for children to win a trip to the Beijing Olympics?  I'm not so sure.