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Dubious Claims To Fame – 21
I forget precisely what new story inspired my latest vitriolic social-networking chastisement of the leader of the government which nobody in my country voted for. It was something to do with more cuts...
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Repercussions Of Retweeting Abuse.
This is a follow-up to my 21st Dubious Claim To Fame post, in which my request that someone smack That Cunt Cameron in the face with a shovel was forwarded by an MSP. The story was published in the...
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Diary Of An Anti-Tory Protestor – Part 1
George Square, 30th March 2013 There comes a point in every man’s life – or, at least, I hope there does – when you realise that clicking “like” on shared Facebook photos and statuses is not an...
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Diary Of An Anti-Tory Protestor – Part 2.
Thales, Govan Road, 4th April 2013 I awoke and checked my phone, as I always do. Near the top of my Facebook feed was a post from a friend saying that That Cunt Cameron would be visiting a local...
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Diary Of An Anti-Tory Protestor – Part 3
Margaret Thatcher Goes To Hell, 8th April 2013 Margaret Thatcher died unexpectedly peacefully, at the age of 87. I found out about it from a friend who told me succinctly that “Thatcher is dead.” As...
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Diary Of An Anti-Tory Protestor – Part 4
Scrap Trident, George Square, 13th April 2013 I had to do a bit of research before deciding whether or not to join this demo. My previous excursions into public protest had been based on long-held...
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Diary Of An Anti-Tory Protestor – Part 5
“Remember Thatcher’s Victims”, George Square, 17th April 2013 They planted Thatcher today. Actually, I think they burned her. Either way, I do not care, and I suspect neither does she. The BBC and most...
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Pubs, Offensive Shirts, And Invisible Children.
A letter to a national pub chain, after I was asked to remove a particular item of clothing in one of their bars. Nobody has previously complained about the garment in question, and so I curiously...
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Feeding Back And Being Fed.
My time on the Work Programme has come to an end, after two fruitless years. I was part of the first wave of people to be referred to them, and so am among the first to leave. My time there has not...
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Disorganisation And Misinformation – The Jobcentre
I changed my phone recently, a saga that will merit one or possibly two blogs of its own. My new data allowance is a meagre 750mb/month, and I managed to use it all within four days. As this is my sole...
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The Work Programme And Me – 13 Pages Of Witty Hate
After being asked to provide feedback, I composed this letter. I expected no response, and so I wrote freely and for my own amusement/pleasure. I rather like the result, and it saw me invited to meet...
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Mail On Sunday, Foodbanks, and Peddling Horseshit
A rewriting of an article that appeared online today, Easter Sunday 2014, and which is now truer than it ever was when the MOS published it. Some original text kept, the rest written for parody.
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