If you have been watching the events of the last few days unfold, I think you must agree, no one does ceremony like the British. Pointless precision and uniform uniformity coupled with bulled, super shiny, mirror finish, Boots, Ankle, General Service, seem to be our nation’s superpower now that we are no longer a superpower.…
Perhaps it’s time,That we all threwour toysfrom this globalPram. Humanity shoutingIn righteous indignation,Just where the hellIs my jam? Jam tomorrow,Jam yesterday,But never jam today. The time has come,I have to say,We passed the pot. From those who haveto those who have not,Before we eat the fucking lot. They string you along,And tell you lies,Perhaps evenSympathise.…
Aboard the Charabanc of Righteous Rage I’m not one for jumping on bandwagons, but given the circumstances, I’ll gladly leap aboard this charabanc, drop my trousers and metaphorically moon and shout at the bemused pedestrians like a drunken compositor on a works outing. The Treacle Sponge Incident It’s a feeling that’s been building steam like…