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Apparently, I have now written 100 of these thoughts, thus I claim my title of Centurion.

And it is all I shall claim. Why no-one wishes to employ someone like me I can guess, but it rather buggers the future of the Universe. We will not survive by quoting FB remarks, or wailing like Piglet from a Hundred-Acre Wood.

Still, you are welcome to your own pitiful attempts to create a pleasant world.  I have lost any interest in trying to change the game; moving the blame; re-sighting the aim.

May your God be with you.

It is still a pretty long night to deal with if you live in England.