A Far Fetched Resolution

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.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Nefarious Monkey Business

This blog will probably be very quiet until the weekend (when you may get a halfway update on my exams...i.e. I'll let you know exactly how blankly I stared at the exam paper on discovering the 3 days wasn't enought time to learn the history of Philosophy from Descartes to Kant).

But in the meanwhile reflect on this:

Supposed "comrades"* have arranged a trip, together, to the zoo of all places...

DURING MY FINALS !

What is more they had the front to actually invite me! This has to stop. What next? These people have had a lifetime of waiting for that ultimate zoological experience - surely a few more days wouldn't have hurt?

* Supposed Comrades:

Comrade 1
Comrade 2
Comrade 3
Comrade 4
Comrade 5

posted by Pickles @ 10:36 pm  

1 Comments:

  • At 1:10 pm, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Bloody cheeck! You were invited - to the trip later on in June, of course!!

     

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