It’s so cunting busy in here today that if that Gulag aficionado Solzhenitsyn was in here he’d break down on the spot with all tinkle trickling down his legs and yelling for his mummy and everything. Twenty-five years working twenty back breaking hours a day living on porridge made from horses hooves is fucking nothing in comparison to what I’m under I can tell you. It’s so bad that I’m taking a day off tomorrow. Christ the stress.
Seeing Hawkwind tonight. There won’t be a mention of it in tomorrows Piqued due my day orf and the fact that I probably won’t be able to sit up without dribbling rainbows let alone face a keypad. So I’ll leave you with one of their offings, I’ve probably posted it before, tell someone who gives a shit, yeah