Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Wednesday, 9 December 2015
The life of a recluse beckons
I've just joined a Facebook group page devoted to The Archers (don't ask if you don't know) in order to escape all the Syrian stuff, the music stuff, the selfies, the nostalgic photos of times gone by, the homophobic rants, the Corbyn stuff, the arrangements to meet for drinks which could have been done via email, the pictures of cute animals which could have been sent exclusively to people who actually want them, etc. etc.
The membership of this group has rocketed to almost 2500 in a matter of days, and now - guess what? - it is being hi-jacked by all of the above.
I stopped attending demonstrations years ago, because they are ALWAYS hi-jacked by a small group of violent lunatics intent on causing as much trouble as possible, simply because it will get them the full glare of media publicity.
I cannot believe I have lost my sense of humour again, only a few days in to this page. It was all going so well.