If you have happiness, then bloody well hold onto it. Don’t let it slip.
And, as I’m probably in the very very exciting Norbury Pub for some reason, then please let me go home before 4am so I can luxuriate in the nice new memory foam mattress that arrived today. We have a nice big joint of the beefs for dinner, you know.
And I’m going to be having a party around February time. And for good reason!
Fuckers.
So they are supposed to be working on Boxing Day as well. My poor Clare is working Christmas Day and Boxing Day. And she pays tax on reclaiming her taxi fares.
The lovely tube drivers get a nice deal, don’t you think?
As far as I am concerned, they are very very very overpaid and the sooner they are replaced by electronics the better.
Wankers.
Oh that reminds me of this:
http://www.backingblair.co.uk/london_underground/
Always good for a laugh…..
As our useless overlords in Parliament pronounce they are shocked, I tell you, that they are being forced to accept a 11% increase in their salaries, they say that they won’t take this. Or at least two of them do. Meanwhile, they are very cross with it all, as these pictures illustrates quite nicely:
Makes you want to hang the fuckers from lampposts, doesn’t it?
But to cheer you up, here’s a picture of Boris:
Good old Boris.
What a spastic.
