... that I feel like it/s time for a good rant. I went to my first, and I swear to high fucking heaven also my last Cambridge City Council meeting. It's so un-fucking-be-fucking-lievable quaint (y/all have to excuse me I/ve been listening to Bilbo Hicks right now). The mayor walks in carrying this big golden stick, like some fucking bishop, and all these medallions round his neck. All rise for the honourable mayor, or whatever. meeeh, all these councillors and onlookers rise like a flock of sheep, and I/m sitting there, what the fuck/s going on?
I finally decide to stand up, because I feel like I/m missing out on the action here, when the notary, or whatever, says, let/s say a prayer. Fuck that, I/m down on my seat again. I swear he's got this book, something like, vaguely non-denominational prayers to start council meetings, and starts reading.
What follows is utter tedium. The LibDems hold sway in the council with something like a two-thirds majority, and boy these arrogant bastards have got a swagger to their step, like they are masters of the universe. And, sorry you won't know who I/m talking about, I will have to get this off my chest, Colin Rosenstiel, a guy I used to work with and who got fired for being grossly incompetent, and this from a company that never sold anything, is the rudest, most arrogant, either disingenuous or stupid or quite possibly both, I was gonna say human being, but I don't wanna insult y/all by even putting you in the same bracket.
Some members of the public were allowed to ask some question, and this fat LibDem arrogant prick turns around in the middle of the question and starts chatting to they councillor behind him. 'Excuse, me, could you please listen when I/m talking to you!' Haha, the guy was embarrassed, and rightfully so. Didn't take him long to regain his pompous composure though.
So after about two hours all that had happened was that a bunch of old people who had been promised that their council housing would be safe had been screwed out of their homes.
I don't know where I/m going with this, but I just had to get it off my chest, where it was sitting like a lead anvil. There, that's better, I can breathe again now.
And to think I am standing for the district council. My biggest fear is that only three people turn up and two of them will vote for me. I had already decided to cast a blank vote myself.
By beating the previous holders, the Ivory Coast (and what do you call someone from the Ivory Coast? an Ivory Coaster? and how about Trinidad? a Trinidaddy? Tobago? Tabogan? Potato Potato?), Argentina have become the new holders of the 
