Disappointment, being let down, or just plain getting it wrong is a real bummer don’t you think?
Just when you think you have got what you want, or even a glimmer of genuine change for the better is on its way for you and your fellow man, you find you have got it wrong. Really wrong,
It actually stinks.
Friday morning was one such day. I should have been working but my mind was elsewhere and on overtime; many, many things to do.
Price required for rough sawn timber, nails, screws, a couple of hinges and best of all a good quality rope, nice and firm, no stretching, with a nice 20 mm’ish diameter should be perfect.
Straight on to the internet, should be able to get some drawings and layouts for the business end of the job and then on to the jazzing up section.
Union Jacks, bunting and fireworks - you can’t have a do these days without fireworks can you? On the down side - we will have to take care of the health and safety aspects.
Crowd control and first aid for the onlookers only, as the stars of the show ain’t going to need to worry about health and safety much after the event are they?
I’d even got the music sorted and then only at that point did “Disappointment, being let down, or just plain getting it wrong” kick in.
Bugger, it seems a Hung parliament is not what I thought.
It's not the magnificent sight of swinging corpses and mega change for all, but a view of muppets scurrying around trying to decide if it’s going to be sheets and blankets, double or king sized quilts, or even super sized quilts to be put on the bed before two of the three parties climb into bed for a political bonk.
This really is a bad day at Black Rock, (great Western film, just in case you don't know).
It’s a fact of life that in any relationship you have to have many things – friendship, common interests, sexual attraction with a big dose of lust, and heaps of respect.
The latter (respect) is probably the most important thing, but to embark on a relationship through lust alone is a recipe for a rocky, short term relationship.
Lust for power and not a bonk is what is happening; this is a joining of parties that on Thursday loathed each other.
Fair to say that none of them would have extinguished the others, if one or them had been on fire, not even by using their own bodily fluid.
I think the country is going to be just as disappointed with a coalition government as I am with my misunderstanding of the used phrase "hung parliament”!
I’d even gone for natural rope, none of your nylon rubbish; I'm devastated.
I'd gone for BT automatic telephone systems as the running commentary.
As the victims waited in line, over the PA system comes, "Thank you for waiting; your hanging is very important to us we will dangle you with the next available operator as soon as possible. Please listen to the crap music while you wait.”
Or what about, “Press 1 for automatic lubrication of the trap door.
Press two for rope with a soft cotton neck lining.
Press three to donate your bodily organs.”
But my best was kept while last, just as the rope goes around their necks they would have had their council tax bill given to them with “suspended” written on it!
I tell you reader, I'm gutted, and my gloom and doom depression is not being helped by “her who must be obeyed” with her superior, smug expression and comment of "idiot".
GRAHAM BARKER | 
