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Monday, January 19, 2004

There's a wind in my head and it's not a warm westerly it's definitely a cold front...
It's pissing with rain and not just outside.
There are gerbils everywhere and you know how rain annoys them, it gets in their fur and basically fucks with their general visual demeanor... and I hate it when they're angry.

I'd like to know how the British public can blame Geoff Hoon for not giving a guy a flak jacket, I mean, did he personally take it off him? Did he even sign the cheque that would have bought it? Surely the Joint chiefs had a little more culpability here? This personalising of politics is childish crap. Is the minister for parks responsible for fucking toilet rolls in the park loos?

The Agency's "Big Announcement" this morning went down with the usual enthusiasm. Not so much a tough crowd rather a dead one. Fuck it, we should have sacked them all.

If I was called Rupert would I get more respect? I doubt it, I suggested it to the badgers last night and they just sniggered in a girlish manner and ate my curry. Bastards.

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