Christ! A weeks gone. Spring is coming and in the spirit of unfairness, the good times will race by while the dark days seem to last for ever, thank Log for Rochelle, keeping things FF-lipping amazing in this corner of the internet since before I discovered this oasis. So thanks also to Liz Young, for the photo, where it was taken I can only imagine, which is what this story will probably be about, haven’t really thought about it yet, but I’ll give it a bash.

On My Marks…

Get Set…

GO!!!

The rooms smelled of wine, fags and desperation and needed a deep clean, the new one was due in a few days and the place needed a complete overhaul.

No one had ever seen so many Jokers.

But then no one had ever seen such a prime minister blagging his way out of everything

A card Shark; a bastard shark.

Satan dipped his prong into the molten liquid; poor people’s concerns, and stirred it before inviting the quivering bastard with the blonde mop top to dive in.

“Well it wasn’t me, my chief of staff told me there were absolutely no parties”

He melted

There we go, 100 words on the state of our former leader who I hope burns in hell