Propaganda

I just got this link from H, one of my regulars. This is the sort of shit I don’t do, yet get accused of. I’d like to one day get hold of Dom (not so) Joly and shake the cunt warmly (But ever so firmly) by the throat.

It’s not as though I ever found ‘Trigger happy TV’ funny. Oh yes, and before commenters get busy accusing all Parking Enforcers of being ‘miserable old scrotes’ and suchlike; today I was complimented by several members of the public on my warm and sunny disposition, despite my being in what they described as ‘a pretty crappy job’. Even two of the poor sods it was my unhappy duty to hand tickets to. Even after some quite heated exchanges in which yours truly kept his cool and acted in a civil and courteous manner.

Oh hell, I’ve had a day and need a stiff drink – oh thanks love.

My wife is a wonderful person who has my unfettered and undying love and admiration. She is a saint in human form (Being married to me she’d have to be, wouldn’t she?) as she has now opened our second bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. This is now a matter of public record. Bollocks to everyone else.