Monday, 24 June 2019

Counting down the days

And so we are now in the Tory leadership campaign, down to the final two: Johnson or Hunt. Rory would have been good, but common sense was never going to prevail here. Last week a poll of the Tory membership revealed that they would rather break up the United Kingdom as a price to pay for Brexit. So it is confirmed - they are fanatical.

I am at the stage now that it doesnt matter who wins. Both are chasing unicorns. Hunt is probably more of a statesman, but he also says that he would pursue a no-deal Brexit if it came to it.

The world has gone mad. And this weekend the news of strange noises coming out of the 31 year old's Camberwell flat where Boris is shacked up. Where have the standards gone?

Received another offer of a kidney: a 30 year old group with a history of cocaine and steroid abuse. I would have accepted but it wasn't a tissue match in the end.

Hematuria has lasted over a fortnight. Went to the doctor's about it. They took a sample. But what can they do?

Only seven more years until my planned retirement. I'm starting to count down the days. 

No comments:

Post a Comment