I just deleted last night's rant about trans-gender issues for being (to my mind) over-aired at the present, and went back to the kitchen to find - guess what? - another fucking program about trans-gender issues.
I know it is a swing in the opposite direction, but Christ (or Jesus if you prefer), I am fucking sick of it.
I wonder if the Hanza tribe will accept me into their ranks?
Will I like Porcupine and will I be able/willing to climb trees to get honey?
On second thoughts, no. It's too late to change my gut biology now. I'll be dead soon in any case, even if I have no allergies caused by a lifetime of Mother's Pride.
Cycling, but not as we know it. - Look what I encountered on the way back from market yesterday. You know it's the Silly Season here, when the over-60's three-wheeler Cycle Club are in to...
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