Ever read a letter in a paper and immediately thought Eh? afterwards? Yeah, that. All contributions welcome. They’re all real, and definitely not from the Viz.
Bob there, apparently struggling with the idea that when we leave the EU, we won’t be able to access the benefits that we have as members of the EU, like passport lanes for people from EU member countries because we won’t...be in....the EU.
I think what’s been most amazing over the past two and a half years is how the narrative has managed, with a smooth change of gears, to go from “We’ll all be better off to the tune of hundreds of millions a week” to “We can just forage for seaweed, who needs fresh food anyway?”
Somewhere in Specsavers, the marketing department are furiously joining Zoom calls trying to decide if tweeting “HE SHOULD HAVE GONE TO SPECSAVERS” is a good idea
“No spoilers for what’s coming in 2021 but let’s just say that the ability to live through food shortages while remembering to doff your cap and thank the toffs for the privilege will be a definite plus.”
I’m willing to bet £10 right now that if any of those schoolchildren had talked to one another, Sue’s letter would have been about how noisy and unruly kids are these days.
Sometimes it feels like there’s just shitty letters, nasty letters, weird letters,Brexit letters, sexist letters, racist letters, awful in whole new ways of being awful letters, incomprehensible letters, bewildering letters.....and sometimes, just sometimes, there’s a nice one.
Prediction: he’ll cave, lift the restrictions early, thousands more will die and he’ll blame the public, but it’ll all be worth it because he’ll still be the Prime Minister, you see.
It’s easy to look around at the world today and think it’s just a mad, angry, crazy, regressive bin fire but it’s not. Every day, in a million and one tiny ways, the 99.9% of people that are good and kind and decent are doing their best for one another. Remember that.
I can only imagine that at one point Bob has cancelled his direct debit for his gym membership then went absolutely apoplectic when he turned up for his next Zumba class and was told he wasn’t allowed in.
“And as I lie on a hospital bed, surrounded by despairing medical staff that I’m infecting, thrashing around as I gasp for air, my lungs filling as I literally drown on dry land, I’ll think that at least I did my bit to protect the Dow Jones.”
God, if only I had an tenth of the confidence of some random bloke writing in to the Express to mansplain to the Professor of Cardiac Pharmacology at Imperial College London why she’s wrong…
“I’m not a massive weirdo, I’m just annoyed that I haven’t seen photographs of this baby I don’t know, who isn’t related to me, and who will never ever know I exist.”
DEAR DIARY: Today I was reminded of these three absolutely magnificent letters that I ran ages ago, and thought they were so good they deserved to be shared again.
“What are you angry about today, Paul?”
“A title I’ve made up in my head for a book I’m not writing, that isn’t out for months, that I’m not in any way required to buy or read.”
“…mind how you go, Paul.”
Because if you’re going to take lessons on elitism from anyone, it should really be from a guy in robes bedecked in gold, carrying a gold staff, who insists that he’s speaking on behalf of the creator of the entire universe.
In these unsettled times, it’s good to know that the police are always on hand to remind us that we should be in a permanent state of fear and borderline terror about the sword of Damocles hanging over all our heads.
FEEL IT
FEEL THE FEAR
FEEL IIIIIIIT
September is preparedness month. Emergencies can happen at any time and it’s recommended to have a
#GrabBag
ready containing essential items including medication, copies of important documents, food/water, torch, radio and other personal items
#30Days30WaysUK
#BePrepared
“You! Look at you! You! Jim in Dumbarton! Look at you, sitting there, reading the paper! Don’t you know that hordes of mutants could sweep down the Main Street at any moment? How many batteries do you have stockpiled? TOO LATE TO CHECK JIM, THE MUTANTS HAVE EATEN YOUR FAMILY.”
For 80 years Brian has patiently waited, marking off the names of his classmates one by one as they succumbed to the sweet embrace of infinite oblivion....every name marked off his list one step closer to his deepest secret finally coming to light.
And now, release. The truth.
International reputation in tatters, supply chains fucked, food and supply shortages set to be permanent, food rotting in fields, staffing crisis due to shortage of workers, no £350m a week for the NHS, but hang on, here’s the Sunday Express with a big Brexit benefit…
“Right, you in the white coat, get to work on curing this disease.”
“But I’m not a virologist, I work with animals and study their behaviour.”
“Just do science.”
“But my degree is in——“
“Do. Science.”
Can’t believe that I’m so behind in reading the Express that I missed this article, when one of the columnists of a national newspaper that regularly moans about snowflakes used *an entire page* to throw a complete shit-fit about not getting her coffee served warm enough
Bernard, is it possible your English Master back in 1952 was not, in fact, a fearless defender of freedom of speech and was actually just a massive fucking tool?
On this, the 54th anniversary of Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin becoming the first humans to step onto the surface of the moon, I’ll never pass up the opportunity to celebrate Dinah and what might possibly be the finest diary entry ever written.
PEAK TELEGRAPH: “I don’t think that I should be receiving these things from the state - which, of course, I accept - when I don’t need them. I also think that people who do need them shouldn’t get them either.”
Because we *all* benefit from education, you absolute fucking bun you. I don’t mind my taxes going towards university education because I benefit from us having people like scientists, engineers, doctors, product designers etc etc all working on things.
Now this might just be silly old me, but....if I genuinely thought my views were so extreme I’d be escorted out of my work for voicing them, I’d probably spend some time thinking that maybe I was the problem?
BRITAIN, 2020: “I might have to pay an extra 0.0001 pence in the pound to stop some children starving in one of the richest counties in the world, so as you can clearly see, I’m the victim here.”
“Why can’t these boffins just do science and make a tablet? I mean, how hard can it be to make a tablet? Really? They’re only tiny! Laziness, that’s what it is. Sheer bloody laziness.”