Wot we call flaming June has certainly lived up to its name this year has it not? And as a grand finale we have the rapidly disappearing news of a fellow going doolally with a dagger at his digs. This was the hotel where asylum seekers were being lodged and, apparently, the hotel had already had complaints from the residents regarding the quality of the food and poor WiFi connectivity. Good enough reasons to go nuts with a knife, right? Queuing up for the start of, it’s all our fault...
Seems there were six folk stabbed but I spotted in the news that this seeker of asylum had informed two members of the hotel staff and some fellow guests of his intention to go doolally with a dagger the day before he did do so. With this in mind, one can only imagine how greater the carnage may have been if this timely heads-up hadn’t been given and the appropriate authorities informed and preventative action duly taken. Say wot now? Yeah, I shacks ma heed also.
Let’s end with an old number. I think I mentioned many moons ago that for a long time, when passing through Vietnam, every bar and coffee shop seemed to be playing Cotton Eyed Joe on a loop. Enjoy. Damn!! There’s some pretty girls in that old clip. I feel better already...
Quote; Marina Tsvetaeva.
“A deep sigh — an interview with a knife.”
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