Good morning, my lovelies.
Another day waiting to see what new catastrophe this failed state inflicts upon the populace. Another day closer to my UC megabucks payout. Getting used to riding this fecker out and looking forward to the day those responsible are prosecuted. By ballot box, high court or insurrection. I'm past caring.
On the spool up the Ronnie Hazelhurst soundtrack front, a misunderstanding regarding my apparent unwillingless to join a farcebook video chat because I just don't care anymore and I'm lying 'cos they've all seen the camera I haven't got on photo's I've sent out has led to me learning a new phrase to assuage a tearful Turk. I'll share it with you - well, you never know when it'll come in handy...
Ama bebeğim - bu bir kamera değil, uçuş simim için bir kafa takip cihazı
That's right, chums - But baby - it's not a camera, it's a head tracking device for my flight sim
- totally believable, eh? I could hear the sigh of relief from here.
Still, sun's a-rising, birds a-singing, swallows a-swooping, Seafire's a-waiting, guitars a-shining, tea's a-brewing. What more could a chap wish for?
Stay sane, stay safe, groovers.