Saturday, 10 March 2018

The thing is...

do I buy a bolster?

Do I make a fish pie for my ‘mothers’ visit tomorrow?

Do I read the newspaper?  Which I ought to say I can’t bear to read!

Do I bury my head in the sand and pretend none of this is happening?

Do I do what I did back in the day and take to the streets to revolt against all the awful things that are happening in the world?

Do I sit back and think the younger generation are always cracking on about how easy we have had it, so let them take up the cudgel?

Do I f**k!  The day I give up caring is the day I die...

This is me outside the 
Chilcott Inquiry.

All my life I’ve been revolting!
Don’t suppose I will change now?


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    1. I’ve capered through life giving the odd kicking here, my views on the price of cheese in Woolworths there, and generally said it like it is... in my humble opinion!?! Just wish along the way I had acquired the knack of appearing shy and retiring... too late now I suppose?



I’ll be blowed if...

I am going to let some bugs, flour and water get the better of me! This is the state of play this morning. If you peer close enough...