Stroke Mags & Bombay Sapphire!!??

Maybe, just maybe, my fellow bloggers, being the Cultured & Discerning readership you are, you may haved noted a Discontented, nay, Embittered thread running through my previous inane excursions into the Wonderful World of Computerdrivel. The reasons for this are, I trust,  evident but chief amongst them, in summary, is the fact that Shuffling in Scuffled Down Shoes through the indifferent streets of Hometown Anonymity can be Pure Fukn Drudgery  at the best of times but is exacerbated mightily by Pop Slop Dillusions of Grandeur & Entitlement. All things being right with this world, I shouldn't really be up at this late hour writing this shit, but instead be entertaining some delightfully gazelle-like young ladies in that Garden of Earthly Delights which the
S t o n e d  H o l y  B e d  C h a m b e r should rightfully be!! Oh well, never mind! Self-loathing though, isn't really the S T o N e d h o L Y B l o G G e R's kinda backbeat, so instead I opt to project my Petty Resentments and Myriad Disappointments onto the world at large and mooch around with a stoney expression much like something that belongs on Easter Island! And oh, doth not this Ship of Fools we call the World make it so damn easy to pour Scorn & Vitriol & Blame & Plagues of Locusts down upon its Blackened & Cancerous heart!!!

Take, for instance the news that winged its way to me just the other day via the Modern Day Marvel that is Televisual Communication ; there, amongst the usual wretched fare of Low-Brow Titillation (with the emphasis on 'tit'!) and Bourgeois Materialistic Fawning that clogs up the airwaves and knotted cables of T.V Land, I was informed that the Queen, poor underpaid Old Dear that she is, has just bagged herself a pay hike from 34 to 36 Million Quid!

And here's me, a Poor, Neglected Rock n Roll genius, forced to panhandle for subsistence wages whilst that talentless, benefit sponging, pheasant killing, handbag wielding, gin swigging, corgi loving po-faced hoor, who's basically done Sweet Bo Diddley for humankind (...except that is, spawn the next generation of Dimwits n Dullards who will Lord it over us someday!), is getting 36 Million Fucking Quid!!! Righteous Indignation ain't the word, people!! Come back Monsieur Guillotine, all is forgiven!!

So Let's Think About This For a Brief Moment :
36 Million Quid whilst they're laying off thousands of public sector workers as part of a 'solution' to a mess they had no part in creating?! 

36 million quid as they bleat constantly on about the need to save money by cutting public services across the country?!

36 million Quid as  they deconstruct the NHS and tell us there's no money to pay for it?! 

36 Million Quid as they belittle and harangue the unemployed and get their French bully boys at ATOS to bully and harass those who can't work?!

36 Million Quid whilst nearly 5 Million people wait for a council house?!

   
And do you think it makes it any easier to tumble into Golden Slumbers, weary at day's end from all my bellachin',  whilst I'm thinking about Queenie raking in a fortune from her London property portfolio, which is valued at more than £8 Billion!...or the news that she's pocketted over £7 Million in E.U farming grants!! Not on yir Sweet Chuck Berry!!......and here's me with not even enough for a stroke mag n a bottle of Bombay Sapphire!!

Kings & Queens; Adorned, Enthroned

August & Imperious in their Stately Homes

Stepping Down from the History Page

You Wouldn't Think that we're Living in the Space-Age! 

ahm tellin it as it is, people!

see yiz aw next time, you Pop-Pickin' Republicans!!