What I would give for a bit of good news.
All we hear about nowadays is the bad shit.
There are occasional little snippets that may be worth a laugh such as the pope finally discovering that condoms may have a place in society, but these items are few and far between.
Since I got up this
morning afternoon, I have searched high and low for something cheerful. There is nothing there. Even the weather is fucking miserable.
And talking of weather, I suppose I should warn you all that we are in for another miserable fucking winter. Reynard the fox has started mooching around our garden again. The last time he appeared was in the depths of the snow last year, and he has returned again, only this time to forewarn us of another freezing spell. Foxes are wily little fuckers and they know a lot more about weatherforecasting than we do. So don’t come whinging back to me in a couple of months time – you have been warned.
I have to go out now. It is cold and miserable out there, but a lack of baccy is forcing me to face that. When I return, I want to read something cheerful on the Interweb.
How about a riot or two?
How about a lynching or two. Or more.
There must be some cheerful news out there?
Let’s hear it.