

Opsimath, woolgatherer and professional wanna-be.
…e Bruges, 1922 meeting rooms full of rows of identical grey heads have been thinking all this time. In amongst the liniment, hair oil and barley sugar, you can practically smell their yearning for the Empire, and the days when racism was still funny and you could pat your secretary’s bottom, when we fought against Hitler not because we didn’t like his politics, but because he was a lower class bully. We don’t hold with genocide, or murder, though, and we don’t really mind other races and other cla…
But I have to conclude by saying, I don’t actually regret anything. Without all of this, without every misstep, fuck up, crisis and long, dark night I would not have the people around me I do now, the children I have, the grandchild I have or the wife I do. And I would not change any of them. I’d wish them more happiness, and less pain, but I love the bones of them all, and they are my absolute pride. Fuck yeah, fam.