It's amazing how much can happen to your average social commentator on one day. Wednesday passed was such a day. These are things I am reminded I don't like.
- Crowded trains, especially when first class is full and I am thrown in with the sweaty masses.
- People on crowded trains who occupy a second seat with their grubby baggage.
- People on crowded trains who occupy a second seat with their grubby baggage and sit there insouciantly playing on their mobile phones.
- People on crowded trains who occupy a second seat with their grubby baggage and sit there insouciantly playing on their mobile phones and listening to loud shit music on their MP3 players.
Yes, I'm talking about you, you fat pikey.
And another thing - George Osborne and his ridiculous Budget with its pathetic attempts to rig the housing market and to stoke up a fresh inflationary spiral fuelled by easy credit. Will we ever even make a meaningful effort to wean ourselves off our addiction to debt? I've got a borrowed tenner says no.
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| Ooh ooh, Mr Peebly |
However one good thing which happened in the last week was the outright destruction of an English scrummage by a fat looking bloke with bad hair. Adam Jones was the real star of Wales's evisceration of an over-hyped though honourable England team and gave hope to all of us who aim to maintain rugby as the game for warriors of all shapes. England's 2015 RWC group containing both Wales and Australia begins to look very tasty. As for the Welsh I repeat my mantra that they really do have to start caring less about beating England and rather more about giving a pasting to the likes of Australia, because they are good enough, notwithstanding they are also good enough to lose to Samoa. Go figure. They need to tap into that pathology that occupies them when the damned English hove into view.
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