The anger of the extremes – the most certain in the least tenable of views – are the ones who have put us in this position. I am sick of them.
I cook alone, because I like to be in control of all of the processes. To be helped by someone would require far too much explanation of the minutiae of what I am looking for, for it to be of any practical benefit.
I have often taken the view that life is utterly meaningless, and I find that unshakeable.
I’m not sure if I’ve shared this one with you before, but I am a rather bitter and angry person, and that bitterness sometimes spills over in to abject contempt.
I’d like to sit both ends of this phony Culture War down together for a nice cup of tea and a chat. It would be great.
One of the reasons I set this blog up was to have a good old fashioned rant about all sorts of things which get on my nerves.
I had grown sick of sharing that with my nearest and dearest, and I think they had become weary of it, too.
Another adventure in the newest sci-fi dystopia serialisation of a story which will not be seen in a cinema near you.