No skeet-shooting muckers available today so a change of plan.
It’s gawjis weather in Thanet so opted for a day of pottering and a visit (rare recently) into Margate itself. Goodness, I can see why no-one ventures forth to such parts these days. Gaunt lifeless faces, oiks, junkies, teenage pram-pushers, general hopelesseness and cycling a yoof who crashes into allatsea, in a pedestrian zone ,and then accuses, in a classic benefit empowered foul mouthed tirade, the crashed into, of being in the wrong. Wonderful. A ringing endoresment of 13 years of social awareness and increased public spending on the scum class. I must write to Gord and thank him.
Indeed I’m so keen to thank him I’ll do it right now.
‘Dear ghastly former prime minister and thoroughly horrid person,
I really enjoy being intimidated, insulted, spat on, kicked, abused and assaulted when I’m out and about. There was a time when I had to travel far and wide to seek these experiences but now I can be guaranteed to encounter them on virtually every street and in every public place in the UK. In fact it’s all proving a bit too much of a good thing so I’m seeking a less thrilled filled lifestyle and now plan to move to Kabul or possibly, depending on house prices, one of the larger cities in Iraq
Congratulations on a job well done.
Power to the people? ……not on your watch!
A taxpaying sucker’