This is my opportunity to abandon radical politics for parliamentary cretinism, eventually ending up with a cushy political sinecure.
It was inevitable that someone I know personally would end up running for Parliament as a Labour Party candidate.
I expect they’ll actually become an MP in 2017 or 2020.
Whether or not I’ve eaten the same thing for dinner every night for the past six years is beside the point.
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Ferry coming in.
"CIA manufactured robot"
Spider-Man thoughts: I really hope that when Peter comes back, Anna-Marie does not end up getting fridged.
My cheese grater arrived in the mail.