no war but class war
i went to a class war demo/ rally in shoreditch town hall back in 1992.
it was one of the scariest things i've ever done.
someone threatened to stab me in the neck unless i gave up my camera...and had the knife to hold true to his word.
minutes later, someone WAS stabbed in the neck.
the people there were SO full of hate, it was shocking.
they blamed everyone (else) for their own shitty situations.
i believe that we're all responsible for our own situation.
there's no-one to blame but ourselves.
i've spent most of the day thinking about KT tunstall... with mrs.perou's blessing.
stratford is in digrace as he's had a pop at hamilton (the peacock) who is now nowhere to be seen and possibly injured.
james is back from a long weekend away and has resited his caravan somewhere more discreet (and that's before it's covered in camo: real tree camping...he might as well just build a log cabin here or maybe that treehouse i keep on about).
steak (of course) for my birthday dinner...with cider.
in case you're interested, i'm still 27.
and all presents should be sent via my agent...address to be found in the contact section here.
thankyou.
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