A blasto from Glasto.
There’s colours on the street
Red, white and blue
People shufflin’ their feet
People sleepin’ in their shoes
But there’s a warnin’ sign
on the road ahead
department of speculation
not a lifestyle blog
A blasto from Glasto.
There’s colours on the street
Red, white and blue
People shufflin’ their feet
People sleepin’ in their shoes
But there’s a warnin’ sign
on the road ahead
department of speculation 
For all the internal shite in our respective countries, we were the sensible ones this time.
Indeed. A low point for traditional sectarianism and racism there. Where did we go wrong?
Can you believe that Himself voted for the other side??? That’s grounds for divorce…except I’d have to marry him first..shit.
Yeah, I can. The following was put to me: “How can you consider yourself a leftie and not vote Brexit?” by another leftie. This wasn’t just an arm wrestle between former frat boy tory boys, but some numpty notioned lefties I could’ve cheerfully headbutted had they not been standing so close to me therefore risking exposing me as a wimp. So many of them made it exclusively an issue of xenophobia. A word that has been rendered meaningless along with common sense.
That was my problem with it too