March

Its March. Fuck me, its March. Listening to Radio 6 online. The MS winter nightmare is diffusing a bit. It means I can take my life off of full stop and survival. Then, I get to look around and say, fuck me, its March! That's that out of the way.
Politics, eh? what a load of crap. We have to cut lots of things, money is tight.  Because of you, you feckless twats.  Cut things poor people need, bail out the banks. Hmm, I think we've heard this before. Price everything. Value nothing, and forget cost benefit analysis, unless it benefits you. Bullshit don't half make me lefty.