Yes it might be posing down like a monsoon morning and the temperature may have plummeted to witches tit freezing levels but that shouldn’t stop anyone from enjoying a good old tapas night. Thank Gawd for Lidl and their pedron peppers. This will probably be the last one of the season as I’m off to Ireland for effectively the rest of the year. But my my was it worth it. Just two words to describe ‘Yum Yum’!

It’s chucking down with rain, temperatures have plummeted, and the large oak next door has started to puke it’s leaves all over the garden. October has arrived but it’s still September. Where’s our Indian Summer?? Where’s the Summer gone? What next…. Christmas before Halloween!!! Oh actually that is a regular occurrence.

There is a severe lack of societal consciousness in the UK at present. Since the pandemic, and probably before that with the Brexit vote, everyone seems to be more concerned with themselves than the greater good. It’s an ‘I’m all right mate’ culture.   They have managed to panic buy all of the fuel and disrupted the entire fuel supply chain for no other reason than selfish greed. People who are genuinely in need are missing out because of these idiots.

We are living in a society of ones!!

So this is Dr Sineaid…. She’s totally brainy innit. You can tell by the wide eyes and inquisitive pose. Known for her theories on gut science and numerous publications in the medical journal of diabetes.

One of her lesser known theories however is that of the G’dunk-G’dunk phenomenon whereby the gaps between sections of train tracks cause friction thus slowing down overall journey times by up to 33%. The theory gets its name from the customary G’dunk-G’dunk sound made as the train passes over the connecting joint. Sheer brilliance. This alone could tackle the climate emergency by speeding up journey times and reducing energy usage plus your Costa Coffee will last for more of the journey. Well done Dr Sineaid.

When Saturday evening feels like Sunday night!

It better not rain = It’s just about to piss down like gawd flushed the toilet

If we have one more breakdown we’ll be dead in the water = The machine is about to cook itself for dinner

The last thing we need is a dry week = Get the sun-loungers out

It’s been a hectic Summer of events where all that pent up energy from the lockdown was released. Yesterday was yet another hedonistic night out with the lovely Sineaid. First food and drinks at the Oakford Social, followed by G&Ts on the train, then drinks at the National Theatre with a show. We ended up at The Friendly Society and caught the 1.30am train home. Bottom line my head hurty big time. 🤣🤣

Ever since the terror attack / hate crime in Reading the lion from Forbury gardens has become the symbol of Reading. What few people know is that the sculpture was a topic of much ridicule for the artist as the stance that the lion takes is completely unnatural and would never occur in the real world. But like Reading innit, looks good but it’s a bit wonky.

Is that they are far too impressionable. I mean all they need is one little sniff of a crisis and they all form a queue. First it was toilet rolls with some families purchasing enough to wipe the arses of China, they then moved on to flour which is now no doubt in a mouldy pile in some poor sods garage. Well this week it’s petrol. All it needed was some clever clogs  from BP to announce they were closing a couple of forecourts because of a lorry driver shortage and the brigade of fuktards set to action. They are literally jamming the roads in their efforts to get their hands on a tank of fucking petrol. Honestly if I could kick each and every one of them in the face I would. They will probably become a self fulfilling prophecy by disrupting the normal supply chains further and forcing additional closures. And this begins the circle of fuckery all over again. <sighs>