It’s the party political conference season at the moment in Britain.
It’s impossible to look at a list of headlines without being made aware of the
latest bucketful of worthless, rhetorical vomit spewing from the mouth of the latest
imbecile to take the platform. I was going to make a long post about it, but
decided that senior politicians are not worth the time it would take to comment
further.
The fact that this overpaid, overfed, over-inflated bunch of
self-serving idiocrats are running the society in which I live does, however,
disturb me greatly sometimes.
And the hostile vibe emanating from Sarah’s mother raised the temperature in Mill Lane a couple of degrees this evening.
And the hostile vibe emanating from Sarah’s mother raised the temperature in Mill Lane a couple of degrees this evening.
Does anybody know whether the French Foreign Legion still
exists? If so, I wonder whether they would take me on to do the washing up or
something. That would kill two birds with one stone.
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