Thursday, May 10, 2007

W

Words
I was gunna write loads tonight. About the departure of TB (8 days after my 40th, which would have been a great present - cheers Tony you cnut), and a sort of eulogy because all that has really happened in the last 10 years is British socialism dying a (temporary) death. That isn't entirely fair, child poverty rates have been decimated, NHS funding has increased almost three fod, though it seems not entirely to the right places.

And about this kid missing in Portugal, which to my astonishment has become a national tragedy. When I first saw the story last week I thought to myself 'Ooops, those two (the parents) will never be able to show their faces in the UK again'. But then miraculously, rather than being crucified in the media and I'm sure entirely unconnectedly, this photogenic, articulate, middle class, WHITE couple whose baby was abducted while they had fucked off for a few beers suddenly become figures we should pity and feel empathy for. While I wish only for the best outcome, they are twats. And need to be called twats by the fucking Sun and its bastard cohorts.

But then I had a few beers and a spliff (oh, the remarkable, pure, no THC phylos lasted for about 3 weeks) and it's raining and the countryside looks so green and new that I thought, meh. Life's too short to moan all the time.

Easy now.

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