The faux journalist
A mate of mine has started a new blog.
I will probably be helping out there when I can.
But you should check it out even if I don’t.
No really.
Stateless
Since I have lived in London I have mostly ignored newspapers and politics in general.
There is little point me paying more than a casual interest In Australian politics.
And I can’t get into English politics.
I think I have the parties worked out:
Labour, meh.
Tory, toffy cunts.
Liberal democrats, who?
BNP, racist fuckwadded cumstained wastes of time.
What more do I need to know?
Essentially without a newspaper and news you just become stateless.
I am removed from my home, but can’t attach myself to my new home.
I was brought to be political, but I feel like Gordon Brown is from some far off reality that has no relevance to my London.
Although he has a glass eye, cool.
Boris Johnson is the mayor of London.
I should have an opinion on this celebrity mayor with floppy hair.
But I don’t.
I don’t even care that k rudd is a Christian anymore.
Politics doesn’t get me hard anymore.
Now I read lamebook.

