Told you so!

Well I was right, it couldn't last for long. Sitting in chair reclining and absorbing serious relaxation from sounds of The Faces of Sarah (well good, buy their stuff in a consumer frenzy) when I had sudden attack of BASTARDS! I HATE YOU!
What happened was suddenly the image of a foul fiend from the Really Scary Circus came into my mind. This time it was Christopher the Performing Cockroach. What a nasty little creature he is. Whispering sweet nothings to Lily 'n the weasel. Pretending to be something he isn't, mistaking outright rudeness for being plain spoken and honest.
Well what can I tell you - another of the breed Social Workerus North Londonus var dim as a fucking Toc H lamp Thinks he's intelligent because he uses long words that he doesn't really know the meaning of and is incapable of correct grammar. Thinks that impenetrable sentences impress the lemings he supervises. Believes that he is liberal and "right-on" politically correct, but has a victorian attitude when it comes to sex and particularly anything to do with fetish which he finds shocking and morally objectionable.
But on the plus side - he cannot understand Goths and finds them very very frightening - So Christopher be afraid, be very afraid WE'RE COMING TO GET YOU!

btw - I have got a new letter box so there's no excuse for not showering your favourite blogger with gifts now - and I've promised the postman a commission...