Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Sunday, 20 December 2015
141 and counting...
Ooh look. I've lost three more followers. I'm on a roll. I wonder who they were.
I don't really blame them. I am sick of the sound of my own voice at the moment which is why I haven't put anything up for a couple of days (apart from those dogs, which I have now put down, so to speak).
I am in a strange position right now. Of all the people who I see on a daily basis, half of them either don't mind me or like me (difficult to say which), and the other half hate my guts. This is because I usually say what I think about something, but I like to think that I express approval about things that I like as well, and the half that hate me probably think that I am conceited if I think that anyone cares at all about the things that I like. I think that I don't do enough of this - it is far easier to say what you don't like than what you do. It is a myth that it takes more muscles to frown than it does to smile.
The confusingly warm weather here is making it difficult to get into the spirit of Christmas - how can you when there are daffodils coming up? - but that doesn't stop loads of drunk young men from pissing in the street rather than the pubs where they got drunk in the first place.
I went to post some cards at the main post office last night at around 6.30, and found a group of about 15 young men urinating against the pillar boxes. I shouted at them, then went to post the cards. Royal Mail had taped-up the letter slots, so I couldn't post them. The young men found this hilarious, so I started screaming obscenities at them, fearless about being attacked. Another catastrophic loss of humour.
Why would Royal Mail tape-up a letter box at Christmas? What is going on?!
Let's see who finds this offensive and stops following. I think it's cute.