The Silver Trumpet Brayed

Walking into walls, getting nowhere. The need for a new road down which to walk, a new hole into which to stumble and the fear of the heath, the wild heath that goes on and on and only holes into which to fall. Pissed off with playing, ready to stop - the quintet tonight - work not play. Those poxy arrangements we play because the public want them. If that's what they want then let them pay for it - if they're not paying, then I'll pick the programme.

A company law seminar this afternoon - what crap! It's getting so that if you interview five people for one job and only appoint one, then the other four can sue you for discrimination - what are we coming to? This is how nations fall. The health and safety man is the new bogeyman spouting crap at every step. This is how nations fall, when everyone laughs at authority because authority has lost its common sense, when the only way to satisfy the insane demands of political correctness is to lie. In this way, and this is the greatest danger, otherwise sensible people are delivered smiling into the hands of the only parties who dare speak up against this crap, the extreme right wing. This is how nations fall.

Vegetarians: When they come to my house they expect me to dance a jig to entertain them, they expect me to provide a vegetarian alternative for them at my table and will not eat what I eat, yet when I visit them, they refuse to pay me the same respect - they expect me to dance a jig again and eat what they eat. Their attitude is "I don't agree with you so you can go to hell". That is become my attitude towards them.

posted by Weasel @ 11:23 PM