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Don’t drink, don’t smoke, what do you do?

Here’s a thing. I have been struggling with overwhelming anger and rage for months. Just fumbling a tea bag can provoke an explosion of inchoate rage. Worst of all, and unsurprisingly, working out why and what it’s all about has been really hard. But, and here’s another thing, the driving desire to know something is…

SONG OF THE LOWER CLASSES

Text: Ernest Jones (verses 1-3), Bob Davenport (verse 4), Windborne (verses 5-6)Melody by Ian Robb, harmonies by Windborne We plough and sow, we are so low, that we delve in the dirty clay,‘Til we bless the plain with golden grain and the vale with the fragrant hay.Our place we know we are so low, down…

When the line is crossed.

There’s an expression for when something occurs that causes an uncontrollable response of acute distress. It’s called ‘triggering’, ‘trigger’ and being ‘triggered’ and under certain circumstances you can find yourself in a constant state of acute distress without even knowing the cause. I am in that situation and this is an exploration of my circumstances…

A Gentle Anarchy

Now that I have been barred from the Labour party… Aha ahaha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha… oh dear, o dear… I am left with no other place I want to go other than Anarchy. I’ve been here for years, but just needed a Starmer betrayal and kick up the arse to sort…

It is a lie…

It is a lie when they tell us we can’t afford our National Health Service any more. The money they are pouring into the pockets of private profiteers, to make up the lack their cuts created is enough to pay our NHS staff and emergency response workers properly.

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