I walked out with the hound at 8 this morning. New Town. Someone had gone down the street, carefully scraping ‘F**k the rich’ on the ice on the windscreens of each car.
Oh dear.
Still at least they could spell, write and construct what might be, arguably, be called a sentence.
The hound was unimpressed.
I think I'm going to stock up on home defence supplies.
Oh dear.
Still at least they could spell, write and construct what might be, arguably, be called a sentence.
The hound was unimpressed.
I think I'm going to stock up on home defence supplies.
