No Deal
Where does the buck stop when a backstop blocks the options in a break-up?
Haystack Haircut got the top slot,
guns the juggernaut
plum at the cliff-top.
Metal on metal, the brake shoes squeal.
An utter nut-job’s at the wheel,
no air-bag and no seat belts.
It’s
No Deal.
The new Prime Minister Boris Johnson
says the EU’s spouting nonsense,
digging in their ...
Tuesday 6th August 2019 4:43 pm
Dry January
I came to in a sickbed on January the 1st,
bowels on fire, tongue and tonsils stinking,
jackhammers splitting my skull. It was the worst
hangover on record in all history of drinking.
That agony was nothing to my suffering now
for in a fit of penance, a superfluity
of over reaction, I swore a solemn vow
that the year will kick off with a dry January.
Dry January!...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 2:14 pm
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