Getting Blown by Darling

Sorry, couldn't resist that title; the budget on the same day that half the county's moving horizontally past my window at speed due to yet another inclement weather system giving old Blighty a good spanking.

Same effect anyway, I suspect old Alistair'll f*ck us good and proper anyway without the decency of any foreplay or lubricant. Might sneak out for a last pint before work, 'fore the git can slap the usual pain on my pint. I'm getting pissed off with it. I was watching the analysis on the breakfast bulletins; it's got to be beer and petrol that he hits, because there's nothing else LEFT to hit; the economy's stagnating. I just wish the bastard's would be honest about what they intend rather than dressing it up as "green" or "healthy". There's no need to try and spin things any more, people can SEE that we're in a pile of crap, we're spending billions on TWO wars that nobody actually wants (since when was fighting on two fronts considered wisdom?), oh just don't get me started! Ah. Too late. The bastards at the DVLA are even refusing to take any car tax payments this month until the fifteenth to prevent people paying at a lower rate PRIOR to the budget; the horrible cheapskates. The fact is that prices in this country are rocketing; everything's more expensive - utilities (WHY are these not bought back as strategic assets, rather than a bloody building society); fuel; food (wheat crop's failed in two main provider countries this year due to rain), genuine inflationary pressures that of course the shits at the top won't recognise so we can all keep our "rate of inflation" pay rises down to 2%, that's more like a 5% cut; so here's Mikey's economic forecast, lean lean times are ahead. If you want to be happy for the rest of your life..... learn to distill vodka from potato peelings and keep yourself nicely oblivious, it works for the Russians.

I said don't get me started.....

Grrrrr!!!!

So where are we at? Well, if I can get past the front door, past the fallen trees and upended cows, and the GLC hasn't been crushed by a knocked down telegraph pole, I'm going to spite the chancellor by filling my car with petrol, having my last cheap pint and then scooting off to the factory of fun for my ever pleasant 2pm start. They're doing well. I've been back a full week, with instructions from my doctor to lay off the stress, before I've gotten to the point where I need to jam a government issue crowbar down a colleague's throat so far that it snaps the spine and comes out the back of his neck. This is quite good going, and if you're running a sweepstake, I'd take put on me being dead by christmas heheheheh. It's all a bunch of nonsense and if I start taking it seriously again, I've had it !