The new opiate for the masses

Burton upon Trent - home of beer and Marmite.
I find this sort of view depressing. It's the upshot of the poor or the feckless being screwed by multibilliondollar purveyors of shite: These people may not have much money or taste but they are plentiful and like "The bigger the better" flat-screen tellies on their walls. And I just don't like anything to do with the Murdochs.

I wandered down dope-fragranced back streets looking for more dishes of decadence. There was on old woman having harsh words with a couple of kids. After she'd gone in one of them dropped his empty Slush Puppy on the pavement and gobbed over her fence. That's not nice.



Happy Birthday to the other Carl with a C. Sorry - we forgot again.