Send me ____________ through my E-mail at the footy(footer // bri'ish)

However: You get what you've paid for. As long as you don't remind yourself that Time is Money.

I've been really struggling to come up with any weird bollocks or musings, and that's merely because I've had a lovely Christmas break (and not one Little Sausage has contacted me in order to, 'stop this immediately', or, 'I'm hungry for the next episode'). I think I mentioned that last week... As I recall, however... Last week involved quite a bit of quite serious Autistic-rage. This week...? I'm truly back to taking the piss out of our precious time// BACK ON FORM. 

Not sponsored by anything, but... Jacob's Crackers get me very sentimental. Buy those, if anything.

Enjoy. Or, more intriguingly... Write in some spiteful vitriol xxx

(Thanks for listening. Y'all come back now, ya hear? I'm not chasing you, it's literally up to you.)

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"I never thought to say this originally, because I wouldn't like to lose myself in a Social-Vacuum-Esque Hellscape.

Purely if you think I have something to be understood, or anything of value...

Then, and, only then.

Be a Fan.

I'm opening up the idea of conversational ramblings. I think I'm naturally born reactionary, but instilled within silence. Don't be silent...? I'm a rational Human-Rights advocate, and I create my own kindness adverse to systems of Politics, wherever possible. However I'm Just not a fan of Tories. Irony, however... makes me look at Hugh Dennis differently. Like a Human. Not a Toffee. Or John Cleese. Or countless other wealthy Artists I, "couldn't possibly", relate to."

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