This is about the time of the week when I post a rambling message on Facebook about some bastard thing or other, to do with SureStart Centres, or libraries, or the NHS, or immigration, or those bloody, bleeding Polish fighter pilots.
I think we can all agree that I am a limp-wristed, Commie, Pinko, and that if people like me are not stopped, then the country will go to wrack and ruin.
I unreservedly withdraw everything I have previously said about the ruling class. Their Oxbridge degrees undoubtedly provide them with exactly the right kind of education to lead the nation and direct the economy. Their pure-bred Norman/Hanoverian genes make them exceptionally intelligent, and physically beautiful. This has resulted in the ultimate perfection of a leader, and competitor on the global stage: Boris Johnson. Not a hair on his head is out of place. Anyone who says otherwise is a traitor.
The purpose of economic activity should be to boost the bank accounts of opaque oligarchs whose money resides in the Cayman Islands. I was wrong when I said it should provide livelihoods for the mass of the people, or stable and humane services for looked after children, vulnerable adults, people living with disabilities, older people, and people with complex needs.
About all that, I may have been wrong. I will go off into the Marxist naughty corner, and try to repent.
BUT I WILL NOT BE GOING TO A PUB IN THE NEAR FUTURE. SECOND SPIKE SECOND SPIKE SECOND SPIKE