What Should Happen Is A Little Voice

I Really, Really Love Children And I Think Probably Among Children Is When I Feel Mostly Berated. It's Not Like I Feel Like Oh, There's Some Children Here. I Have To Tone It Down. I Go Nuts With Children Especially When I Ain't Got None. So When I'm Round My Mates' Children, I Jest Them Kids Up First. I Swear At Them, I Get More Worked Up, I Say Crazy Stuff To Them, Fill Their Heads With Nonsense And Then I Leave Them.

And While We're On The Subject Of Ducks, Which We Plainly Are, The Story, 'the Ugly Duckling' Ought Be Banned As The Central Character Wasn't A Duckling Or He Wouldn't Have Grown Up Into A Swan. He Was A Cygnet.

We All Need Something To Help Us Unwind At The End Of The Day. You Might Have A Glass Of Wine, Or A Joint, Or A Big Delicious Blob Of Heroin To Silence Your Silly Brainbox Of Its Witterings But There Has To Be Some Form Of Punctuation, Or Life Just Seems Utterly Relentless.

I Suppose I'm Qualified To Some Degree To Speak About The Nature Of Contemporary Media, As That's Where I Currently Work. People, I Think Have Been Beyond Trained - Coded To Not Anticipate Change; To Think That Change Is Implausible. Almost Weaned Off. It Had To Be A Revolution Bred Out Of Us.

Socialism Isn't A Dirty Word; It Just Means Sharing. Really, It's Just The Bureaucratic Arm Of Christianity.