Seething discontent,

It’s all around.

“We’re cutting too much too soon”

“The price of fuel is too high”

“You don’t watch that rubbish, do you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Sack the manager, string up the board, sell the players”

“What do you know?”

“I speak for everybody and we have the right hump”

“FACT!”

Outside there is sunshine. A barbecue awaiting the strike of a match. Fresh meat. More than one bottle of good wine. A little light background music. The management, and a couple of good books. I think the ranters and the ravers of this here interweb can be left to it for now.

They make me so MAD!