Nothing to write here today – {stop, think, start again.} After this, there's nothing else to write here today. {Stop, think, start again.} After this, there's nothing else to write here today, other than this.
Gosh, isn't it exciting watching the ever breaking news? Isn't it? It stopped raining briefly this lunchtime and I ventured into the garden and counted snails for half an hour. Now, that was exciting. Other than the spooky feeling they were counting me. I dashed inside before they could get to two.
Top policeman's quit eh? Why not give the job to a crook, okay, a reformed crook. That way he'd know all the ducking, diving, bobbing and weaving tricks already, right? What's that? It's been tried and a crook's just quit? Oh.
No problem, we're in safe hands. The big boss'll sort it all out for us. He's where? Africa? Oh.
Like I said the other day, to be on the bright side, with the blanket coverage this stuff's getting, I can only assume there's no other news so all must still be well with the rest of the world. I'm wrong again? Oh.
Buby, see you later.
Quote; Brendan Behan.
"I've never see a situation so dismal that a policeman couldn't make worse."
Richard Harris.
"Probably the most distinctive characteristic of the successful politician is selective cowardice."
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