The best headline in 48 hours or what? Anyway, now I've got your attention, listen to what yer Uncle Ambrose has to rant about today.
Holes. Everyone has at least a few and many of us will make lots of them in all sorts of things during our span on this good earth. So, what the bloody hell is wrong with me puncturing the hull of a a cargo ship with a few missiles?
The authorities are spoilsports. It isn't even as if that bane of modern society, health and safety, is an issue. The coastguard would pick up any survivors, that's what they are paid to do. There wouldn't be any financial consequences either. The Man from Del Monte wouldn't be out of pocket, his goods are insured.
This all smacks to me of prejudice. Mantids are victims of the glass ceiling syndrome (or cardboard mezzanine as Bro wittily calls it). We have a right to free speech and a bit of leisure just like any other strikingly tall insect and how we choose to express ourselves is our business. I am flipping cross. In fact, I am going out now in the harmonium to terrorise the shoppers in Padstow. I may be some time. Well, until Auntie P starts getting the tea ready, anyway.
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