Flowers in the rain

Have I missed a point somewhere? Has someone played a humongous jolly jape that I somehow wasn’t aware? It seems that no matter what the decision of old ‘Ma Nature’, is to bathe the world in sunlight and happiness, swathes of society will still be miserable cunts! Seriously, the lack of smiles and laughter is scary, as though I now reside inside a Stepforduan matrix.


I know some of you will cry that not everyone like the heat, well, to you lot, I say fuck off and read some other blog! This isn’t for you. A rant is a rant, but a moan isn’t cool. Therefore any Brit who moans about the wether is a gimp (I know it’s our national pastime,, but give it up man, have a word with yourself! Which brings me to something else….


I attended a flower show event thing this week (two different one in fact) and I’ve learned a lot about flowers, but primarily more about the type of person who makes them the awesome vistas we pay to see. Here’s a couple of comments (no names, nonpack drills) “in the morning, I like to tickle fish”, and “I love a bit of ed”, onto, “Here, let me hold your helmet”.  Now as I say, no names do no embarassement, but the people who know, know. (And I thought the horticultural folk were, well…..cultured’ 


Oh, and I fucking aced me English assignments btw 🙂 however, I’ve poisoned meself by reheating dodgy rice. Don’t do it folks! It’s a logistical nightmare when you can’t reach the toilet roll.

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