Not only have the very Spangles of all we ever desired disappeared from the sweet shops of all we hold dear, even those selfsame sweetshops are no longer around to fascinate and beguile and to further perpetuate that great eternal mystery of why shops that mainly cater to children are run, or operated by people who seem to hate, loathe and detest kids.
Still, though, you have to laugh, especially when you catch sight of yourself in a mirror residing in those trousers you thought would make you into a sex-god and you realise they make you look not unlike one of those poor unfortunates who has to go into politics to stand even the slightest chance of rubbing up against those of whichever sex they find most stimulating.
Of course, the biggest problem in politics – as within most other similar endeavours of human pointless bickering like religion, bird watching and criticising the taste in home furnishings of friends and neighbours – is those who take themselves seriously, and take their own viewpoints, beliefs, ideologies, philosophies and so forth equally seriously. It is always those that take themselves – and what they think - too seriously who always end up pointing the guns, planting the bombs, making everybody else's life a misery, while those of us that like a laugh and can't be arsed, have never taken a life in the pursuit of some nobler, higher purpose because... well, basically, we can't be arsed.
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