I’ll tell you what happens with impossible promises. You start with far-fetched resolutions. They are then pickled into a rigid dogma, a code, you go through the years sticking to that, out-dated, misplaced, irrelevant to the real needs, and you end up in the grotesque chaos of a Labour council, a Labour council hiring taxis to scuttle round the city handing out redundancy notices to its own workers. I’ll tell you.. You can’t play politics with people’s jobs and with people’s services.
Sent to me by my mother from Liverpool - he's getting on a bit (17 in May!) so i'm a bit concerned that he's mucking around in the cold. But then he looks so cute in the snow...
Basically just testing out how to post pictures...
Tipsyinsnow Originally uploaded by danielamokachi12.
posted by Pickles @ 1:16 pm
I'm a small-time spin doctor with a messiah complex. Bored enough to think that sharing my thoughts with the world might be interesting. DisLikes: the loopy left of the cult-like factional kind, Liberal Democrats, the Conservative party and ideology and everything they stand for, Consensus. Likes: The city of Liverpool my home (spiritual and sometimes temporal), the Labour Party in all it's manifestations (at least most of them), my cat, a good argument, wine, pubs.
2 Comments:
At 11:35 pm,
Anonymous said…
Hurrah. A cat. I like cats.
At 3:12 pm,
Lola said…
I would advocate making the cat a hat. I have been known to embroider a nice hat you know. Actually Ben has a hat he is currently wearing to keep him warm in Russia, perhaps he could donate it to your moggy.
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