Apart from communion wine and sips of sherry at my nan’s, when I was 13 and a family friend was leaving home for college. I got blind drunk on one Pernod! Wish I still could, but alas.
I can’t bear him myself. The jokey act has always, for me, hidden a sinister ambition. And it’s dangerous to have a man like him writing the rules that he thinks don’t apply to the rest of the old boys.If I didn’t hate and despise him already, the Rwanda scheme would have made me do so. He and Patel may not understand how evil it is, but surely someone could explain to him why it’s unworkable and ruinously expensive, if he hadn’t fired those honest followers who didn’t quit in disgust as his ethics advisor did.And the whole thing was done for show anyway, what saddens me is I know a lot of people who will say ‘Enoch Powell was right, send the wogs back to Africa and ignore those do gooders, I love Boris’ and will gladly make their own lives worse out of spite for anyone who looks different to them, even though we have more in common with ‘all these foreigners’ than with Johnson and his clique.
Wasn’t bad, I’m now going to spend my weekend doing Father’s Day things and cooking for my grandad. (Pictured here with his great granddaughter, my niece)
Sounds like you are well on your way to a superb time (and already there!) Things like circus can be a great way to train for a run without actually running as well, so if say it's an idea to keep mixing up your options!
Sadly, I have none! I just can’t afford to pay vets bills. I’d like two cats but would struggle to give them a home worth having, so I am without pets until I retire.