Remembrance of things past

What a rush of memories came back to me when I ventured over to Old Rightie’s place today.

“Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
“Where is it now, the glory and the dream?”

It seems it’s still alive and kicking, so there’s hope for us all yet.

“Ever since that pant pissing, pill popping, global gonad gobbling, snot munching, mono eyed, unelected prime mentalist of a twat, signed that Lisbon Treaty, the knob rotting bellends of the European Union have continued to piss vast amounts of our cash up the fucking wall and into the wind.”

Grumpy Old Twat


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