Blustery winds, rain, scudding cloud, chilly-billy temperatures. Crikey, who’d a thought it was August.? All very unseasonal it has to be said. This does not bode well for a fraught free campaign and no mistake your honour.
Five layers of clothing on just to keep the elements at bay is not what allatsea had in mind when he said ‘Yes please’ to the offer of this attendance. Given that we are in 60 North and should expect it to be a bit different to those wot are to be had on the sarf coast in Ingerland, this is just daftly horrid. With Hurricane BIGBADBERTHA on the way to these parts too, there’s no sign of an improvement in the near future.
On the home front, rumour has it that Thanet Labour Party have just woken up to the fact that there’s an election next year and their self penned label of ‘Party of the Working Class’ is a bit out of date. By about 40 years. It’s been the party of the non-working class and first choice for statefunded gravy-train benefit grabbers, neer-do-wells, the bone idle, oxygen thieves and the terminally ghastly for far too long. Absolutely nuffink to do the with WORKING people, at all.
Too late chaps and chavvesses, the train dun left the station and you, behind. Kiss your sanctimonious self serving bottoms goodbye and welcome in the new breed of work hard, think hard, fed up of being robbed to support the trash, working realists. (Who be they? Ed.)
Aaaaaah, feel better for saying that I must say…..deep sigh of satisfaction. (Why? Ed.)
Postscipt, he dun one hell of an angry mutha+ucker. For sure.