Think it's a bugle tune, and I am not listening to that sort of rubbish whenever. Whatever.
My final homily is one to, hopefully, get the grey cells moving. And before anyone objects, this is not a racist diatribe. Some of the kindest people I have met are from different parts of the world.
A spade is a spade. Fact. And a very good proverb. Until the world gets over the current problem that it is not a spade the world won't get better. It's a spade. Get acquainted. I'm usually right (sorry, correct!) and I know what a spade is and what it can accomplish.
The fact that few people vote, fewer think, and very few bother to recognise a spade for a spade is why the world has gone to the dogs. Though where I cannot imagine - most of the tracks appear to have been closed. I'll find them...I have gone to the dogs too, and not before time most would say.
Pip pip. Sort of Army-ish thing to finish the rant cos I am not doing bugle music.
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