24 October 2010

Groaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnn

Groaaaaan, HUGE budget cuts in England. I have horrible visions of me pushing a supermarket trolley laden with tatty, old grey shopping bags, down High Street Kensington.  (if I retire there of course, I might end up staying here in the sun).  But on the other hand, I don't suppose I will be pushing a supermarket trolley will I?  I'd more likely be sitting on Nelson's Head.  I don't suppose the mafia there would allow me though so supermarket trolleys are probably the best option.  Maybe I can go down to LuLu one day and have a try at pushing one.   I haven't seen many tramps here. I suppose they're tucked away tidily somewhere.  Or maybe they’ve deported them.  I hope I don’t get deported.  Where would I be deported to?  Pigeon Cove?

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