Christ, its the longest day tomorrow, or at least the day with the most daylight anyway, the days when druids will gather at mystical sites, kittens are offered to satan and I will probably end up doing what I do most evenings; cooking something, watching a bit off telly, taking the dog for a walk, listen to a pod cast, read a book, chat to Mrs T. Its a simple life for sure, and i’m not totally against “doing” stuff, but sometimes you’ve just got to chill. I am of course receptive to doing new things, but sometimes new things need planning, and these days laziness tends to get in the way of all that.

I’ve been avoiding most of the news because the Ashes has started, and only when you dive back in, due to a rain delay does the entire skip-fire, shit show of our government raise its ogre like warty head. This vote to finally condemn Johnson, may be a fine way for this shitty government to drive a stake through the heart of the wretched man, but the results came through, and what a bunch of actual c words are the Tory party, with 7 MPs voting for Johnson (He did nothing wrong), about 350 MPs voting aginst Johnson (agreeing he was a massive Twat) and about 200 other MPs all Tories chose to abstain the vote, even the PM, which only goes to accentuate the zombie Prime Minister of Johnson, who casts a shadow over all those who abstained or those who backed him, too afraid to show their true colours for fear of losing their jobs in the next General Election, which they will. The spineless cockroaches, sadly those type of people will survive a nuclear war, but gladly they will be with their own, so while good people with morals frolic in the tumbling autumnal blossom of the sunny uplands the money lenders and profiteers will be scrabbling in the sludge to see who’s got the biggest bank balance, which of course will be fantastic to buy the foulness press and rotten cadavers who work there in.