Still thinking about draconian governments and the jobless being used like a political football. It’s a shame the most vocal opposition to this government seems mired in a very black-and-white misery of its own.
“Don’t be fucking,” they clamour. “And definately, do not be committing all that pervy stuff.” As if that wasn’t bad enough, “don’t be doing alcohol or drugs.” If that’s the best revolution you can come up with, let’s see if it fits in your collective arse, eh?
The single worst thing about having a tory in number ten is the way conservatism spreads out from it, like a moist and silent fart.
Music gets boring. Fashions get uniform. Look at what’s happened to cinema in the last few years.
The good shit’s still out there, you just have to dig around a bit more for it.
The only groupings that don’t get a bit more conservative in outlook, principles and demands are the far right, picking up all those who voted tory and now don’t think the magic wand they hoped for is working fast enough.
Why not read the novel that started it all? 1919 (inside)
A love story – on home-made acid – narrated by someone first used romatically, then set on fire, by the blue peter team, capering around the pyre like wrinkled vikings.