Albus asks Hagrid to talk to Harry about his troubling amphetamine habit:
“You’re a whizz head, Harry”.
Albus asks Hagrid to talk to Harry about his troubling amphetamine habit:
“You’re a whizz head, Harry”.
It’s getting more difficult to figure out WTF is going on…

On the train yesterday, and someone asked me if I’d like their seat… 14 more years of working life to go, allegedly…

Ooh. Friend! Psycho friend!
Describe the last difficult “goodbye” you said.
I was eating a large mouthful of pizza, and the bread knife was hurrying out.
It is getting to the stage where waking up daily is probably a surprise for a lot of people.
It may be a good or bad surprise. Who knows. One hardly dare open the news app on a phone for fear of what latest fuckery awaits one, by way of headline news.
The world is run by a bunch of cunts. Somebody sort it out please…
Why does it feel like the planet is being run by petulant children with serious personality defects, inadequacy problems, and 24hr access to crates of energy drinks, rather than adults schooled in critical thinking and geopolitical know-how, who have studied history and learned lessons from the past?
And then there’s the breathtaking idiots running the news egging them all on to armageddon…
Come on aliens. Take control. They’ve popped your balloons down now, so time to slap humanity back to quietly building pyramids or whatever.
Enough.