the country's going down the toilet faster than a heavyweight turd
and the weather can do one n all
people celebrating the snow need psychiatric help
god knows why I'm still here - some vague loyalty to my roots and friends. Beyond that there's nothing to keep me here, I would miss the full pasteurised milk, sainsburys sausages and one or two pubs and that's it. Everything is just drowning in mediocrity. The party's over. Why are we all still clinging on to the wreckage?
but where do you go next? I could go back to spain but the job situation is toxic - I would be unemployable as anything other than a teacher.
the rest of Europe requires learning new languages and I'm too brain dead to start now.
dismal isn't the half of it. So I'm effectively marooned. and facing the most expensive, turbulent year of my life.
it's a shyte state of affairs, Spud