which sounds like a Thatcherite Stewarts advertisement...
The whole craft beer? Vile tasting, soapy IPA, commanding a 100% premium over superior non-craft beer, aimed at idiots with retro-Victorian beards and lumberjack shirts. I don't know what is worse, mass produced stuff with only a passing resemblance to beer, or hand crafted, artisan ales which taste like a pint of Lemon Fairy Liquid someone has accidentally stubbed a Woodbine out in?
Or maybe I do.
I bought a Sunday Newspaper today and "The Observer" reminded me why I don't. Some "commentator" gurning about pizza, lauding £900 handbags on page 9, a column called "Ethical Living" on page 51 and more which is too fucking depressing in its vacuous hypocrisy to even list. Of course the question is - who is any of this guff relevant to? Or does it purely exist to validate itself and the shovel handed wabs who write it?
Ah. The truth reveals itself.
Genuinely? I do not give one single, solitary flaying fuck about who wins which award for anything. Nor do I give a rats arse why you think someone else should have won. Or not won. There's a word for it, or at least there is now for these irrelevances. They are entirely disimportant.
And breathe.
Google is having one of its periodic "doesn't work properly in Opera" phases, making posting this nearly as much of a ball ache as reading.it.
