I sometimes worry myself when I re-read the previous diatribes. I clearly take too many substances, but am not yet in the Hunter class I so desperately crave. Either figuratively or literally - and I do mean 'literally'!
My Far Eastern correspondent has concerned himself that old Brize is losing it...I wish to assert that nothing could be further from the truth. Literature and language will always fund my discursive bumble whatever my state of mind. I made the mistake of adding myself to Facebook, so I have attempted to ridicule both myself and the medium. Again, a state of mind could be interpreted, but I assure my assiduous readers that 'tis the time's plague when madmen lead the blind', meaning that the PM is in danger of losing his job to a boy from the Welsh border villages!
Anyone know of a safe seat for next May? I think I could do a job for you, and promise to keep the expenses to a minimum. I worked for Reuters, for goodness sake, so I know what an expense account is all about!
Anyway, the main purpose of tonight's bull's pizzle of a tweet is to assure you that I am still very much alive, awake and aware. I will be literally accosting people and ideas near you soon. And again, 'literally' is used correctly....oh, I should have been a BBC producer!
Politics and poetry: never the Twain should meet! For a clue, regard the title bar. I sometimes surprise myself with my own brilliance! Ho ho!
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