Boris is gone. Only not really. He needs to stick around long enough to sign his chat show deal.
Meantime, a bunch of rich, lying scumbags are fighting over who gets the pleasure of screwing up Britain even more. Apparently there's only two of them left now.
I vote Judge Death.
Alternatively, I might go with Sam Fender's suggestion...
All the silver tongued suits and cartoons that rule my world
Are saying it is a high time for hypersonic missiles
When the bombs drop, darlin', can you say that you've lived your life?
Oh, this is a high time for hypersonic missiles
They all do the same, only their names change honey
You can join their club if you're born in to money
It's a high time for hypersonic missiles
Or maybe time for "If I Had A Rocket Launcher" by Bruce Cockburn
ReplyDeleteThank you. That's my favourite new song this week.
DeleteThe more I hear of Sam Fender the more I like him. Think he’ll be around a long time. (Alyson)
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