Idiots

I can see these people walking about - they are trying to organise a piss up in a brewery.

They have been running around in circles for years.

I have been avoiding thinking about them - but now I have little choice.

And what do I see - there is no brewery and there is no piss-up.

These people are not drunk; they are idiots.

Sniffing at elections

I'm trying to remember to type quietly and not to sniff.

Elections - what joy with the conlab bring us - shiny suited men with shiny suited smiles. A new politics - all agreement and spun into a yarn which is smooth but somehow smells even when white-washed... smells of something brown, shit brown rather than old brown Gordon Brown.

Gordon Brown, texture like.... crud. Bless him, monocular and brown.

Fuck, shit ,bugger - sniffed.

I feel sniffy at this election business - eek will it be a disaster, will it be great?

Nah, it will be "business" as usual. Bullshit, flannel and other such things illusory. Governments only seem able to get in the way of freedom - to fiddle about making rules for all for the sake of the few.


Perhaps we should be as we know we really should be - kind, helpful, busy. Keeping our hands moving to stop the devil taking them - keep him from making us stick 'em in the pie or from poking out the kittens eyes.


Poor wee blinded beasties stumbling off in to the cold dark northern night - not a mousy nor a housey for them.

Blue Birds Over the White Cliffs of Dover

You - you can't come in.

We live here in the green and tolerant land of free-speakers.

We are keeping the jam for us - now, off you go.