So less than an hour ago Kate and I were sat watching the Labour leadership results with tears streaming down our faces as Mr Jeremy won absolutely resoundingly, soppy twats. What were we getting so emotional for, I haven’t cried since bliar was elected leader? We were crying because it felt as if, at last, a curtain was being opened and hopeful light illuminating our dark, benighted country. There will be all sorts of shit spouted by all sorts of shits. The blairites, whilst initially and begrudgingly recognising Mr Jeremy’s overwhelming mandate will then say “but”. But will become the default word for so many of them, just listen and see how early you can sense and predict the coming but.
So we’ll have the Tom and Jerry show.
And all this the day after I joined the ranks of the kleptos as monies were deposited in our account from teacher’s pension. All too brief a membership though as we paid off our debts, many accrued over recent months and alongside my deteriorating credit rating, thanks cambian……………oh let it go Duncan you sad and boring old git, move on.
So part of my moving on was a hair cut the other day, Kerry the hair cutress said my hair looked like a bob. And I was just getting used to and liking my new curly look, even had a nifty quiff evolving. So the curls have gone and many say how young I look, another possible positive for chemo and radiotherapy as the body recovers and new cells come forth. Might be a marketing opportunity here?
Kate and I had a short break last weekend to recover from our holiday, went to Stratford on Avon and it was a very pleasant surprise. The place is lovely, we saw a play called Volpone in the magnificent Swan Theatre. I’d bought the last 2 tickets for the show, £5 ‘standing’ tickets in ‘the gods’. A client of Kate’s said that she always bought these tickets then at half time moved to unoccupied stall seats. We did this and it added to the whole experience watching from 2 very different perspectives.
Still feels weird coming to terms with retirement but I should embrace the ‘new me’, the ‘new view’. This seemed to help me as I’ve suddenly found myself paying for 2 music streaming thingys. We’ve had spotify for a few years and my main playlist is over a week long but I’ve decided to abandon spotify and give google play music a go, one reason was they have Slade’s My Oh My.
Check out The Delines, beautiful music, thanks Hector.
Oh brave new dawn, watch out you Scot Nats or maybe, just maybe, Mr Jeremy will begin to forge an anti-tt, corporate klepto amalgam. And so the good news continues as Everton are 2 up against chelski!
And now the tts, the kleptos and others will join together in a massive anti-Jeremy shitfest and the more they attack him the stronger he’ll become.
Keep on keeping on, love Duncan.