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Admirably, Cornflake fights an overriding sensation that arguments are personal attacks, and endeavours to always respond to criticism/questions in an intelligent and reasonable manner that belies this feeling.

Me not so much.

In truth, in the flesh I am mostly polite, but this only works for me because internally I’m calling my opponents ‘jugs of wank’.

I won’t waste much of your time voicing my present political stance, but be sure that pretty much any politician in the news currently is firmly in the jug of wank category.

I’m hoping that the general strike that is surely due, will negate the necessity of hanging the johnson etm on meat hooks in Downing Street. A clear indication of extreme dissatisfaction with the current state of affairs is necessary to be sure, let’s hope it will be peaceable.

I purposely used the Latin etm not the more familiar etc, ‘and shit’ rather than ‘and so forth’. I have recently sworn an oath to use it in all incidences where etc would be deemed appropriate.

At least until the ongoing cost of greed crisis has been addressed.

Further to continuing current affairs disappointments, Cornflake and I have just returned from our two/three yearly wander through Camden to find Cornflake’s new trainers. No luck. Disappointing. We ran the gauntlet of crowds of young folks, their music choices played loudly, but to no avail.

There were a couple of other people, parents we think, of approximately our age. I wondered if some day you’ll need proof of age to enter the area, proof of youth. Even the old punks seemed remarkably younger than you might expect. Old punks, not original punks. The originals must’ve been at home in a comfy chair nostalgically watching that interview with The Sex Pistols on the Bill Grundy show or some such.

Much of the area surrounding the market has become quite smart, although even those new bits sometimes smell of the incense named, ‘Pissy Hippy’.

The conspicuously ill placed addition of the American Candy Store to the high street manages to be curious and amusing rather than offensive.

Camden high street remains a manky retail experience for the youthful, and I’m glad of it.

I’m also glad that we were able to pop into a cafe, a bar, and the M and S food hall on our wander home so that we didn’t feel as out of place.