May 16th, 2015

Friday 15th March 2015.

We move another inch towards the gas chambers the great unwashed are press ganged...That Stalwart...The BBC...is under attack..Watch With Mother....has lost Andy Pandy...and if there was ever a weather forcast you could believe in then the BBC was it....does not matter..where an Englishman roams in the world..the BBC world wide service can be found even at the bottom of a Billa Bong....you can shave by it perhaps have sex by the dots to dots sounding out Midday amongst the waves of the shipping forecast..when only dogs and Englishmen go out in the Noon day sun...Whilst sexual instructions for copulating can be found in a matchbox...far more clearer than striking a light boy...and warm beer is now almost only found amongst the cloth caps and whippets chasing the wind in some green field not quite taxed...This my England..in 2015...

Saturday 16th May 2015.

Saturday....morning and the work saddle has yet to be climbed in..bits of sunlight blink through my window..the rush of rubber tyres has also yet to begin...which tells me the mass are on the road, some to nowhere, perhaps others every second counts as the rush of Saturday tin pot cars mounts to a fireball not quite XL5...but life is certainly a puppet....and on this day speed is everything...including myself....Yesterday another jumper in the town a lady leaping off a bridge...once everyone was in awe...now its becoming so common...i cannot quite grasp..as i shrug to the reason...behind this giant leap to oblivion..perhaps i am too locked up in my own suit of armour keeping the goblins out..time i think to stand awhile with Winnie The Poo..and throw a few Poo sticks to watch them gently float down lifes stream.....sigh shrug and crumple lifes shilling in my hand...as the weekend for me begins....