Boaring Again

A morning devouring news and comment on the Greek bailout. So plan B was? Y'see that gets to the root of the problems for social democracy dunnit. That's called what the fuck alternatives are there, and no shitting me please.
Let's move on. I also devoured some chipolatas as Waitrose call their skinny sausages. "Succulent and full flavoured pork chipolatas, made with free range British pork from pigs sired by pedigree Hampshire boars." Sired, eh? Presumably that's pigs shagging each other.

Goddam it. Anyway, a pal has floated the idea of a trip to a blues fest daan saath. I may give this consideration. Though not if it's like a blues concert he was at in Chicago (whoo hoo!) where actually there was a guy on the stage doing signage. Seriously. I mean, I woke up this morning? No shitting!