I had cause the other day to look back on some of my earlier scribbles.
Jayzus but you’d swear they were written by a different bloke.
Some of them are long and rambling, and some have a quaint sort of humour about them. Leastwise once or twice I almost found myself smiling, but fortunately I copped on in time.
So what the fuck happened in the last five and a bit years? I know Dubya is gone [he used to provide tons of material] and the current incumbent – Obama – is a colourless substitute, if you’ll forgive the expression [hah!]. At home, Bertie the Bollox has retreated to the kitchen cupboard and Cowen has disappeared into an alcoholic haze. Politics just isn’t fun any more.
So what the fuck happened to turn me from a mildly humorous old fart into a cynical humourless old fart? Can it be the recession? Can it be that I’m getting old? Are they putting something in the tap water?
If this trend continues, I’m going to become a right cantankerous old bollix.