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de Feffel World

If de Feffel makes it to Number 10 then we are truly arrived in hell and the handcart left at the door.  Boris is a measure of how far and deep this country, its politics and its people have fallen. No longer just scraping the barrel, we are sucking up the swamp filth from  beneath.

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Filing

I stood on a chalk hill rise and watched a vivid, wonderous rainbow arcing the blue to slate greys skies from autumnal woods to far ploughed fields.  A car stopped on the lane and a young woman got out. She made her way up the rise path to stand beside me, turned and took a grinning, thumbs up selfie of herself and the rainbow.  Her thumbs then danced on her phone, saving and sending the image. When she looked up the rainbow had melted away. "Oh well," she said, "at least I have it filed." A world become filers, not wonderers.

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Come on young ‘uns

A fine riposte to the frosts of May and all her sycophant weeds - but come on Youth of UK you can do better! Only 54% of you voted last time. Make it 70% next time and the Ice Queen and her minions are melted and gone. And when your time comes, for ours is passing swiftly, then fight for proportional representation too. Equality and representation must rule our political life, not factional, selfish elites.

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Viz world

The ego maniacal buffoon and all round general arse wipe, Boris, is appointed Foreign Secretary and now represents us to the rest of the world. I've woken up in a Viz cartoon.

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Oh my country.

I got divorced from my country today. It has been coming for some time. The signs were there, along the way, half registered in my mind, but never thought terminal. It was Diana that started it all of course. Always another woman. All that uncontrolled public crying and wailing and the reverential laying  and hurling of plastic flowers for the death of a plastic princess. The country went mad. Collective insanity ruled. For a simpering, self-obsessed girl plucked randomly from some minor aristo crèche. I stood and watched the stiff upper lips collapse, the Brit reserve melting to a soppy,...

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