To talk of many things: of dickhead Dave--and gobshite George--of cabbages and kings--and
whether pigs have wings.
Still more than bleedin hot, still no atmospheric movement,
and just enough skywater over the dark thing to make the "muggy" even
more so.
But the "new" Honda sailed through the MOT with no
thingies, the "lawn" has turned into a giant wheetabix and I am
having to stagger about with the watering can many, many times a day.
His Maj is full of the joys of something and the elbow still
hurts more than a digital prostate exam.
So: in order:
Dickhead
Dave, you know that bloke who lives in Downing street, isn't gay and leaves
his kids behind in pubs.
I see that his latest "policy" is to tell us what
we can and can't access on the interweb thingy, it appears that the only way to
stop brats from watching porny stuff is to block it from every user in Blighty
unless one wants to tell one's provider that one wants to watch porny stuff.
Here's an idea-why not put the onus on parents to police
their ignorant, arrogant snotty nosed teens from banging one orf whilst
"surfing".
Gobshite
George-that other bloke who also lives in Downing Street, isn't gay and
couldn't organise a stiffy in a knocking shop.
Allegedly alien reptile in disguise George (I want to plunge
Blighty back into an even deeper recession than the Bankers managed) and
chancer of the exchequer Osborne wants to lend mortgage money to people who
can't afford it and guarantee the upcoming toxic debts with our fucking money.
He really doesn't have a clue does he.
Then we have
the cabbages-otherwise known as the BBC "management" who seem to
think that all and sundry in baking Blighty are so dim that we want to watch
"news" about the birth of yet another Royal bloodsucker continuously for
two endless fucking days and nights.
Expensive, boring Royal bollocks.
Which brings me to "Kings"
After what seems like nine months Pippa's sister has finally
dropped the next, next, next King of Blighty amid thunder storms, lightening
and torrential rain, and after looking at the pic I have come to the conclusion
that the Anti-Christ has finally arrived,
Wonder if he will have ginger hair.
Do pigs have wings?
They must have if this .... millionaires club coalition think that they can sort Blighty out.
That's it: the elbow is giving me more than jip, still I can
finally have some physio on August 20th, only three months after my General
medic referred me.
Back again sometime....
Angus
