Hey that feeble old farcicle representative of God's will and strength on earth finally fucked off to whatever private hell he's invented for himself. And right after that seminal day in Western mythology we call Easter. Now that's irony to be eaten with a spoon. Death of a Pope and a resurrection ceremony for his God.

Some days it's good to be alive.

It's three fifteen and I'm wired.

Can anyone give me a coherent reason why we bother with daylight savings?


I'm going for a smoke.