And now we return to the past to remark on various evil doings that occurred during September, now only if we had Earth, Wind and Fire singing in the background it would be the ideal montage sequence.
Motivation is a waning commodity in these times where the long hours of work practically drain you of energy and you find that the best you could hope for when you get home is to eat more cheesy snacks and catch up with who is sleeping with the cat on your favourite soap opera.
But I did start a course in writing in September having been spurred on to achieve, for what little that actually did.
Remarks were made about the giant donut that CERN had built underneath bits of Europe which even now still remains broken, and still remains a waste of money. And I guess once they fix the damned thing, then we should all start panicking that they are going to kill us all. See, all good news!
And it came to pass that another year had been added to The Lord of Leisure’s age, thus being the wrong side of 25, which only means the belly gets larger, the chins become numerous and the flatulence gets unbearable.