That was a mortifyingly boring paragraph and I do apologise for its lack of substance, but to borrow a phrase from the poet Mari Evans, "when in Rome". I am not in Rome but if I were I would chill the hell out with a glass of Chianti, courtesy of Tuscany. Really that is all you can do; chill-out and pray that the party leaders of the 'Big Three' die of an early heart attack as a result of ubiquitous consumption and expulsion of lies, lies and lies... While they bang on about this and that domestic non-issue our real laws are still being made in Brussels where they do not give a shit about the British as long as they pay.
I wonder for how long this will go on.
No comments:
Post a Comment