Good morning everyone from the dark and dangerous north and welcome to The Hotel California
@SelfKiller
The wonder wheel of instances of boredom and some unsavoury comestibles waving from the fridge came in at a flat line of a 6.0 this am.
Very sad that the blond orang utang over the pond implied that bobo was a very good friend. He is now in hospital fighting his own battle - I wish him well.
Sadly the so called reporters and other members of the lobotomised media have turned their shared consciousness, Borg like, to such topics as nuclear switches and games of “who’s on first”. Unfortunately one badly used brain shared between so many just does not cut it. Oh well, looking so much to today’s briefing on the beeb.
Meantime, Mrs Miggins and I declared last week that Tuesday was afternoon tea day. This means, and let me be perfectly clear, that until such measures that heretofore have been moved into place are, at some future date, yet to be determined, and only when the scientific evidence is correct, lifted, at the right time, that afternoon tea will be prepared for the delectation of said Mrs Miggins (I will have something rather less carby like spiced chicken and prawns).
Can I have my kofee now?