Trump is a mad bastard.
I’m not worried saying that in print as the secret service or CIA are more likely to bump him off than arranging a little accident for me. In a way fair fucks to him, with his massive -refers to himself in the third person – ego, lovely orange skin and very ropey haircut. Continue reading As mad as a bag of squirrels
Instead of New Years resolution bullshit – no doubt disillusionment has already set in by now for those who’ve broken them already – I want to explore something pertinent to our daily endeavours. I came across the following in a blog by Vicky Frazer which I’m now blatantly stealing as it struck a chord with me:
“Comparison is the theft of joy, and it destroys us if we let it” Continue reading The Grass is always greener over the hill