E.B.M.

Not a very interesting blip today. Just me looking intense on this evening's 10 km run. Me powered by the energy of Nitzer Ebb; rage against the monarchy who won't have to pay a penny in Bedroom Tax despite having 240 empty bedrooms in Buckingham Palace; fury at all the corrupt politicians who scapegoat "welfare scroungers and skivers" while defrauding the nation of billions of pounds through corruption and then awarding themselves massive pay rises so that it won't be necessary to commit fraud to supplement their meagre incomes; indignation at the pensioners who have to choose between heating their rooms or eating a meal, and anxiety for my poor mother who, unable to pay her Bedroom Tax, faces the prospect of having total strangers forced to live in her council house this April. Where is Guido Fawkes when we need him?

Nitzer Ebb - Murderous