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"So OK after several pints of the lovely Blackthorn I am often persuaded to express and elaborate on the burning issues of the moment. As a man who fears nothing (even the wrath of the lovely Terri) I shall in future 'NOTES' repeat and expand on those 11 p.m. debates that have entertained and informed over the past season and in the seasons to come..."
 

Note: Neville can get carried away and write exactly what he thinks so the language used can sometimes veer to the "agricultural" end of the spectrum, you have been warned...
 

 

 

 

It's that time of year again, so here is this year's Christmas Message from Neville.

Once again that time of year is rapidly approaching. The time of year that would make the blood boil of the most patient of beings. 99.999% of the population will not take time to think of the less advantaged, the poor, the millions of fellow humans dying from starvation, the political prisoners, the pawns in the race to be better, stronger or just simply to impose our view of the world upon others.

Oh no, we will be stuffing our faces, throwing away millions of tonnes of food. Drinking ourselves into oblivion, whilst others struggle to gain the basics to remain human. Over spending, just because so and so have it must we as well. The answer is no, but the brain dead, commercial world of the plep dictates that we have to have it and more and sod the expense.

So just before you fall asleep in front of the Queens Speech, stomach overloaded to capacity, surrounded by presents and family, spare a thought for your fellow humans.

Regardless of your political, religious or personal beliefs have a good holiday.

Love, peace and anarchy to you all.

Stumps.
 

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