I'm too pissed off and sweaty to be doing with this today - it's only springlike weather outside, but the fact that all but 2 windows in this stupid flat are painted shut, I'm sweating like Brian Paddick every time he has to give an opinion. So here's today's fact - it's the third day I've referenced London's new leader, Boris Johnson, but there's no way I can talk about him in any detail, lest I get into an injustice-based stew that will only worsen my already overheated and clammy state:
Boris Johnson's real name is Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson.
Would anyone have voted for Alexander de Pfeffel? Didn't think so. I'm also hugely depressed because the BNP have managed to get a seat on the Assembly, and even beat the Green Party in a lot of areas. Airport expansion? Climate change? Fossil fuels running out? Who the hell cares, so long as we can have a pop at the blacks. It's absolutely disgusting - people crawling into a little booth to vote for those racist bastards, instead of just trying to get on with one another. Uh-oh, I feel a stew coming. Why is it so fucking hot in here? Sort it out, Boris...
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