Goodness me
Surely that must mean three of us with an inclination to mock the Supreme Leader.

Quickly - are there any caves we can occupy to escape his monstruous stride o'er hill and vale?

For the Broon brings us tidings of a mightily fucked up economy, yet proclaims that he alone can save us.

And yea -all the acolytes will run unto him and sayeth "We work in call-centres, thereby we be the Israelites of the middle class".

And before the mighty Broon smites them with his Job Centre O'Doom we must strike out.

Verily, unto the heathen bushes of bottles of White Lightning.

Sorry - I've been drinking all afternoon and got a bit Biblical.

Feel free to carry on - I'll be comatose in my nest shortly.
( The Disappointed Caravanner of the year, Fri 6 Feb 2009, 22:18, Reply)