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It doesn’t really matter if a majority of people in the UK want to go back into the EU, the EU won’t let us back. Well done UK. Well done.
Our only option now is to make the UK as shit a place as possible as a warning to the others. Oh… mission accomplished.
In fact if we can make the UK really shit then it can become like a holiday theme park that people from successful countries come to as a sort of ironic horror holiday. We could actually turn the whole economy around with this idea, though of course we can't or it won't work.
So as it's my idea I'll just keep the money and go and live somewhere nice instead.
Or have the Tories beaten me to that idea already.
First run of the year and was quite pleased with it, because although I nearly went home after running up the first hill, I persisted and managed over four kilometres at a steady pace, through puddles and mud, listening to Chandler complaining about his empty life of earning millions and fucking loads of women and flying around in private jets. I hope he finds some peace. I have rarely read an autobiography of someone who is so full of themselves (though I have read Peter Kay’s book) and yet is still so empty. It’s fascinating. He loves and hates himself in equal measure. Even I want to fix him and would be happy to sleep with him to do so, so I doubt he’ll ever get out of the cycle. I think we could be friends, before I did something that he perceived as disloyal and then he’d never speak to me again.
Last day of the school holidays and so of course, Phoebe wanted to play school. She was the teacher and the rest of us were the students and I have to say she did a pretty good job of taking the register, taking us through some sums and writing tests and telling us about the life cycle of a butterfly. Pretty much everyone in the Herring family (apart from me) has been a teacher at some point - someone recently told me that my grandad was their mum’s headmaster and that her memory of him was that he had big ears (guilty as charged Geoff) - so it shouldn’t be a surprise if this generation also takes up the chalk and mortar board (it’s been a while since I was at school), though it’s one of the many worthy and underpaid jobs in the UK where the employees get treated like dirt (because they’re nice). It’s weird to be gunning for the kids going into something as uncertain as comedy, rather than something seemingly sensible as teaching, but at least they’ll have a chance of being able to buy food if they follow their father and mother rather than the rest of family.
Anyway I was a naughty and poor student and didn’t get any of the good stickers as a result.
