I see Mr Bojangles has found another billion worth of aid down the back of the sofa to give to the Ukrankies. I repeat myself, our money, for that is wot it is, seems to be in plentiful supply when it comes to aiding one lot in killing another lot. Meanwhile, in the real world... More on that below.
I have many stuff thingies to get done tomorrow and over the weekend, one of which is a car service and MOT, so I’ll be a tad busy in the real world so Ill be a no-show in this cyber world.
For younger readers, the real world is wot you’ll see all around you when you close the lid of you tap-top or when you’re out and about and chance to, heavens forfend, lookup from your smartphone screen.
Here’s a song for Mr Bojangles and ‘our’ police farces, many of which seem to be in a bit of bother. Now if only we had a spare billion to keep our own streets safe, eh?
See y’all on the flip-flop.
Quote; John Cameron Mitchell.
“Our feet are planted in the real world, but we dance with angels and ghosts.”
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