Fishy Burps

Thursday 9th January 2020
What an exciting day. We went shopping and bought fish. Manx bloaters and fish pie mix which is basically chunks of smoked salmon, smoked haddock & cod, which we made a soup with. I'm on a no carb, no bread diet but spoil it every time with chocolate....dammit! Now I'm half way through a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon (or red wine) as I call it. We visited Mum, she's looking forward to my sister's birthday bash on Saturday. I can't believe my little sister is 60. Mum said "What sort of restaurant is it?" so we both replied "Italian". "Oh, I thought it was Chinese so I'd already decided I was having crispy belly pork and rice". She's so funny sometimes. Love her to bits.

My book has reached an impasse. I've now got to decide whether to describe the killing of the Stasi agent or leave it in the air for anyone who reads it to decide. Also, will it be drowning or asphyxiation? There were no marks on the body so it has to be one of those. Maybe now I've had nearly a whole bottle of wine it's time to start making sub plots, it works better that way when my brain goes off on one on it's own.

I'm still up in the air and fucking fuming about Freedom of Movement, will the Tory c***s make stupid rules up about taking pensions overseas? I'm secretly formulating plans to assassinate a senior Tory to make a point and in doing so, save the country. But I'm not alone. It's who though, there is so much choice! At the moment the MP for our area is in the cross hairs but the little shithouse Marc Francois is a prime target. Boris is a given anyway but I'd happily dump Rees-Mogg in a Somerset drain. I hate Etonians with a passion. Entitled bastards. All of them. I'd happily bomb Eton and everyone in it. Fuck them anyway. Someone else will sort them out, believe me. 

I watched a documentary about Australia with Barry Humphries doing the narrative. He is so clear and sharp, brilliant. Attenborough has got competition. They're both getting on but the clarity in both their voices make the narration so much more interesting.

Tonights food was Manx bloaters and a Caesar salad but without the dressing, croutons and parmesan, so it was basically a salad! I could make far better.
Music is Die Puhdys, what else, I love their stuff. Maybe I'm an 80's German guy, I'm certainly not an 80's music English guy, music was absolutely shite in the 80's in England. I worked in a shit office in a shit (but well paid) job and listened to the Kajagoogoos and Duran Duran shit on the night shift. A lot of good stuff such as BeBop Deluxe and Sad Cafe was ignored for the commercial garbage.