After a day freezing my cobblers off in the Capital, watching Villa getting theirs chewed off by Fabregas at the Emirates, and drinking too much warm beer in Crouch End… I’m off for a bit of sunshine for a few days.
I hate New Year anyway, it makes me even grumpier than usual, so a glass or two of sparkly near the heated swimming pool at midnight sounds alright to me.
So, Happy New Year to you all, and speak to you again next year.
And, here’s a bit of new year cheer.
- For a fundamental and irreversible shift in the balance of power and wealth in favour of working people and their families...
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Normally, Councillor, you quietly drop in the name of your intended resort just to rub it in to us below stairs who are left behind. Surely your reticence does not indicate yet another fawning trip to the Cuban Gulag?
“a glass or two of sparkly near the heated swimming pool at midnight sounds alright to me” and I’m sure that for the horny-handed sons of the soil who live in and around Sandwell it will warm the cockles of their hearts to know that their socialist councillor is demonstrating his solidarity with their frozen, over-taxed, job-imperiled plight by taking, what, your 3rd, or is it 4th, holiday abroad? No doubt they will raise a cup of gruel to you, too, Councillor!
You ought to grow bloody wings and have done with it.
5th… duffers. And I don’t, I usually leave people guessing.
Ahh, the politics of envy rears its ugly head again, eh Duffers?
Envious? Of course I’m bloody envious! I wouldn’t wish to soil my shoes by inadvertantly stepping in a bit of Cuba (let alone bragging about it) but I wouldn’t mind escaping this arctic Britain and finding some of that elusive global warming, but to do that you need a bit of spare dosh, an attribute you don’t expect to find in a socialist politician forever moaning and groaning about rich ‘Eton boys’!