Right. Nearly there. Don’t expect coherence.
Greatest fear: flat in Edinburgh won’t have a bath.
Greatest wish: that someone would massage my back. Preferably by standing on it kalaripayattu style:
interesting choice of music.
So today I will perform the Little Political Speech Opera to an invited audience at Plymouth University. It will be nice to finally have an audience for the audience participation.
I’d like to be able to add some new lines. ‘Thuggery, pure and simple’ for instance. But don’t want to give Mark an aneurysm. Anyway the live twitter feed does it for me.
I’ve got to go record the news for the opening…
Spend and spend and borrow and borrow and tax and tax ….
and tax ation tax evation tax avoidable tax deductible tax haven tax eme
tax on tax man tax ing tax i tax idermy tax disc
payer loss rank holiday exile return way shelter relief
Get a plan. Get a man? Get a big big. Get a big plan. Get a big man?
Big Plan. Big Things. Bold Things. Bish Bash Bosh. Vigorous. Tweet Tweet. Leadership. Twitter twitter.
No verse. No reverse gear. No going back. No such thing as society (titty). Terrible mess. Cataclysmic Failure. Terrible Failure. Cataclysmic mess. Tera tera terror terror t t t t t cata cata cata ctctctctctc clitoris risk!
What a wodge. Orange Squash. Tax Dodge. Rogan Josh.
Kick the numbers. Let’s go deep sea data diving.
We’re Big Uglies!
We Will be Heard!