There’s really nowhere to hide from this in the UK anymore. If the mould doesn’t get you first, the crumbling concrete, pyromaniac’s dream insulation material, poison tap water or exploding boilers will all have their turns until you are sick and crippled, left to rot in corridor in the packed hospital, until you run out of direct debit to pay renting for the trolley that would be your final resting place, as you hear the opening fanfare of the British anthem and images of living fossil royals flash through your mind, you gasp your last breath, but at least you know the transes are safely out of the public eye and the boat people aren’t coming anymore (not as a result of effective immigration policy, they just don’t want to)
There’s really nowhere to hide from this in the UK anymore. If the mould doesn’t get you first, the crumbling concrete, pyromaniac’s dream insulation material, poison tap water or exploding boilers will all have their turns until you are sick and crippled, left to rot in corridor in the packed hospital, until you run out of direct debit to pay renting for the trolley that would be your final resting place, as you hear the opening fanfare of the British anthem and images of living fossil royals flash through your mind, you gasp your last breath, but at least you know the transes are safely out of the public eye and the boat people aren’t coming anymore (not as a result of effective immigration policy, they just don’t want to)
But just imagine the horror we’d be living through if Corbyn got in!
This is what the Tories really meant by Victorian Values.