8th Sept – Fever in the funk house now.

Apologies for my presence. If you recall, we came home at just before the General Election, full of plans and excitedly anticipating the future. All scuppered, of course – the failure in some part down to personal inefficiencies; in other ways by the deceit of others. All of it, ultimately sending us in an entirely … Continue reading 8th Sept – Fever in the funk house now.

Sept 16th – Снова в СССР.

Different cultures have different sensibilities to porn stars. In America, they seem to be celebrated as successful entrepreneurs. Trump admitted that he paid one off so that she wouldn’t reveal their affair to anyone, and it doesn’t even make his Top 5 humiliations.

April 5th – The concrete and the clay, beneath my feet begins to crumble.

Almost everything that everyone else says is not worth the air with which it is spoken, obviously.

24th Oct – It’s not today que le ciel me tombera sur la tête.

It’s virtually impossible to conceive of that approach when you live in the UK isn’t it? Our parliament is adversarial, as is the legal system, as is journalism. We are mad, aren’t we? We would rather have a row than be right.

13th Oct – No chance to emigrate, I’m deep in debt and now it’s much too late.

That’s the sort of attitude that can cure apostacy as deep set as mine.