Tuesday, December 09, 2003

Phlegm is no friend of mine

I think I am ready for a holiday. Work is getting on my nerves, I have a cold and a caffine withdrawal headache. All the usual things that I like: writing letters of complaint to newspapers or the ITC, blow-drying my hair, laughing at the Gay Dating channel, thinking about George Clooney's backside, the How Clean Is Your House ladies - none of them are doing the usual trick.

This morning our newspaper delivery person mistakently left behind a list of all of the newspaper orders for our area. Shockingly, we are the only people to order The Guardian. But there were a lot of Tory Broadsheets on the list. It made me realise I'm living in a nest of privileged Tory vipers! How to subvert them to wanting higher taxes?

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