Why Tom Cholmondeley is the most important man in my life

(Perhaps I should give him his (hated) title - Honourable/Horrible Tom)

For those of you who are not glued to my life, this week’s rant is about Tom - click here for further stuff

Before I continue, let me clear up some obvious queries:

1. No, I never shagged him - nor do I want to, nor him me (although this is clearly irrational thinking :))

2. We are friends only (gasp)

3. He is not a strutting murderer picking off Africans - he is actually a rather yogic, lovely man, completely in love with his lady, wanting to do the right thing in the current situation.

4. Tom is desperate to do something to make a difference - consumed with the usual guilt that infects white men in Africa.

All of this is my own opinion only (sub-judice)

He is my friend, and is very, very dear to me. His parents also…

Kenya is stuck in a reverse racist society, and this is wrong. My friend is caught up in this and I am desperate for him to be able to roam the world again and bring happiness to everyone, and be with his love.

I need to create a force for Tom, justice is not enough.

Now I have some more time - free of Twitter and Facebook - I am more angry and militant about Tom.

FFS, this is ridiculous…

Growl