05 October, 2011
Ah the things you only learn about when it's too late. Such is life.
Anyway, on to more important matters.
Did you hear about the zoophile country singer? He had to cancel a gig because he was feeling a little horse.
Edwin Greenwood is the nom de souris of a Mancunian early baby-boomer, now living in London, who like so many of his cohort has made the transition from cuddly inclusive soft-left liberal into a grumpy old git who is quite prepared to call a spade a black bastard. (The previous sentence may cause consternation to the Righteous. If this is you, read this and/or this before exploding with indignation.)