So there it is...

I am indignant that my principles learnt as a child are as nothing in England, and am really very worried about what happens to our democracy next. Hard to believe, but OK, I recall the racism of my childhood, and remember that now I am in another country. I'm not going to waste too much time on people so determined to hurt others that they don't mind hurting themselves to do it. I will undoubtedly explain to Conservatives precisely why their vote on this occasion is so much more disgusting than on those other occasions when it was merely disgraceful. But that can wait.

My guests have left, I'm exhausted and have a stinking cold, For now, I have contented myself with chasing off a Brexity twit, an associate via the studio and the pagan scene. I defriended him a while back but he decided he could not quite leave me alone, found a post of mine dated way back in September, and attempted some kind of bizarre gloat by way of reply about two days ago.

I mean, I have had enemies before, but none so dedicated that they would trawl back through months of my old facebook posts, even I don't have the willpower for that and I interest myself hugely. He got himself mauled again, and, as I understand, is now even more deeply upset than he was the last time I ripped him up. It's like I can never humiliate him quite enough to really get rid of him. I can't even enjoy it because he's not clever, there's no witty frisson here. He is genuinely too stupid to stay out of the fight, and too vain not to be hurt by it.


Urgh. Snuffle. More later.