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Earlier on I was pondering a rather odd conflict in my life. The fact that I love WRITING my blog, but DETEST with a passion reading other peoples. Selfish as it may sound it is very true. Maybe because mine is personal to me (and I know I tend to write a lot about the stuff going on in my life) then I prefer reading it because I do lean towards my own sense of humour. Plus a lot of the blogs I read from around t’internet focus only on the lives of the author and not on their thoughts and opinions about life and it’s many musings, like mine.

So let us move on to last night, hehe…

Bar 4, drinking with Lemony, in siddles Rayray. Everyone else joined us eventually with Natalie feeling all ill (awwwwww) and Nat and Lemony having a seemingly innocent conversation about swallowing. Hobbits was quiet, but I got the songs I wanted played and then home assisting poor Dave in his rather noisy exhaustless Escort.

And so ends today’s lesson on my life .

I have sent in yet ANOTHER letter to the Weston Mercury. They wish to build on the Italian Gardens on the High Street in town. The reason.? More shops. Rather a sore point with me, is this. We have a fair number of shops in Weston. I wish I had the time to go out and survey the quantity of types of shop we actually have. At last count I made it five… Card shops, Phone shops, Charity shops, Bakeries and shops that sell just about anything.

Some other guy had written in to the Mercury last week saying we NEEDED more shops to make Weston more like Bath. How on earth is that going to happen. Bath is a cultured city with a high proportion of university students and tourists WITHOUT children. Weston is a big doss-house for drug addicts, dole scroungers and massive one parent families (both in physical size and quantity of children). Bath attracts a lot of important people and a lot of public investment, Weston attracts the Krankies and car park charges that make selling body organs on ebay and attractive proposition. Enough said.?

Oh and I see the Government have made another arse up. Did you see that coming.? Did ya.???

They have messed up the payments of family tax credit for the second year in a row. Not surprising but it is better than last year… only £1.8 BILLION worth of fuck up. But MORE people have had their credits wrongly paid (1.96 million this year, 1.88 million last year).

What is even less surprising is that the whole thing is supervised by none other than Dawn Primarolo, do you remember that name.? She was behind the ridiculous farce in the early ninties known as the “Bristol Supertram Project”. With her as Paymaster General (and we all remember what happened to Geoffrey Robinson, the last person to fill her position (ewwww) he had so many criminal actions against him they had to add three whole pages to his entry in Who’s Who) then goodness knows where it will end up.!

Well I have bought the first series of Fraiser and I shall be sat here enjoying it. Talk to me won’t you.!

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