In my youth, much of life passed me by. In my late 20s, I began to notice stuff. Stupid signs. Asshole behaviour. Pointless bureaucracy. Political correctness. Wankers who now have a uniform and are making up for how unsuccessful their lives are by taking it out on all of us. Politicians of all shades pursuing their selfish agendas whilst living off us poor taxpayers. Or their acolytes in the media, who support them and don't report what's really going on. By my thirties, I was regularly ranting about it. Mostly to myself but often to friends, relations, work colleagues etc. But my ranting only fully matured in my 40s. This is my rant.
is a 40 something bloke who regularly gets angry. He's English, has served in the forces and was a local politician. He lives in Sussex with 2.2 children, 2.2 mortgages but sadly not 2.2 wives. When Melvin becomes King, everything's gonna change.
This blogging thing has two aims as I see it. First, to get something off your chest. Second, to stimulate conversation. If you agree with my views, tell me. If you think I am an asshole, tell me. Mrs C does all the time! You can email me at: