Almost everything that everyone else says is not worth the air with which it is spoken, obviously.
April 5th – The concrete and the clay, beneath my feet begins to crumble.
Tag: Covid
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.
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