Poets Day US

With the big Brexit vote in the UK yesterday it behooves me to probably write something completely opinionated and non-factual about what a stupid decision they made, but since when has this blog been about non-factual opinionated writing? I guess I will need to write about something else, if you want true and unbiased news trust Rupert Murdoch – millions of other sheep do :) Actually, you know what, fuck it. I really really don’t want to write about politics and what a bunch of fucking mindless drones we seem to have become but I have to write about what I am passionate about and right now I am passionately concerned that we are about to blow it up. Quick fact (there is the odd one here) – did you know that 75% of people aged 18-24 voted in favor of Remain, in the over 65 category it was 39% Spoiler alert – for those of you who haven’t seen Planet of the Apes (the one with Charlton Heston) you may want to stop reading now and take a good long look at yourself and wonder

So I was having one of those days when the creative juices refused to flow. There are things that I want to write about, but some are just ideas with no filling and some will take some actual work so that I don't offend too many people (because that is such a high priority of mine - wish I could convey sarcasm easily in text but that Clippy help thingy is useless when you really need him/her/it). So I was going to either re-post an old blog or not do anything when an electronic letter (I believe the young people call it email) was delivered. And here it is without editing or embellishment: Somedays    There are days when things are not headed in the right direction, I find myself saying James Fing Roberts. Then suddenly things begin to feel better. Go ahead say it, does make you feel better, right? Now this particular email was sent by the CFO of a pretty decent sized company and I definitely won't mention his name (Brian), and it got me thinking about, well, me

I woke up this morning to read that, surprise surprise, there had been kicky round ball violence in France between the bad-teeth-warm-lager-drinking Pommes and the even-more-arrogant-when-they-are-at-home Froggies outside a warm beer and cold pork pie distribution center (read Pub) as a prelude to the Euro-kicky-round-ball contest. This crap has been going on for years and is the main reason for me not liking the most popular bad-acting game in the world, as it is known. I am not sure why such a highly skilled sport (or so I have been told - does that make Irish dancing the most highly skilled dance technique as they just use their feet also?) has such a preponderance of ass-hat supporters but at a guess it is something to do with the lack of sportsmanship on the field that we see so much of. The bad acting, pratfalling and  general douchebaggery that has infested the game at the highest level takes away from the skill shown by some of the greats of kicky round ball. Many sports hav