Today’s heading was intended as word play. Between incense, the smelly wooden things which hippies used to burn in order to commune with their inner yogis, and incense, the feeling of extreme anger following some form of tragic, possibly catastrophic, injustice, like getting a parking ticket. Then I realised that my odd and low-level dyslexia prevents me from knowing how to spell either, or even copy the fucking word from google without mixing up the ‘c’s and ‘s’s. So we’ll just skip straight to the PISSED OFFFFF without worrying.

The United Nations (all spit. We used to ‘all bow’, but they’re not what they were…) have a ‘special rapporteur’ for women’s issues. Mainly, abuse and rape. But also ‘climate control’, as specific to women. And before you say the inevitable ‘WTF?’, remember, any woman with a climate control will set it higher. So she’s there, by the self-appointed ‘highest court in the fucking world!!!!’, with a brief to care for women’s rights. And following her inquiry, she concluded that on October 7th 2023, “no rape took place”. The ‘evidence’ she had was, essentially, the videos that Hamas posted, live on the day, on their own site, of women being raped, beaten, mutilated and murdered. Some of them pregnant. But Reem Alsalem simply wasn’t convinced it was anything to make a fuss about. Nyah; was only a few hundred people, whass’all the noise about? Nothing against women happening there.

So I’d just like to say a quick: FUCK YOU!!! NEEM ALSALEM. And FUCK YOU!!! THE UNITED NATIONS. You are clueless, worthless and I have to agree with Donald Trump, you are not worth the money. If you promote yourselves as ‘the ultimate judges of world morality, unbiased and impartially’, you should be sued for misrepresentation. Oh, and I HATE YOU!!!!

Well, glad that’s off my chest. Note to self: don’t read newspapers; they raise your blood pressure. And at your age…

And so to football. The World Cup!, no less. Currently gracing screens worldwide. And everyone will be positively glued to their tvs on Wednesday night as England take on the Democratic Republic of Congo. A team ranked so lowly that they almost drop off the list. And we need to beat them. But properly. Not 1-nil, not 2-nil, but 7-nil, maybe 8. That’s how you make a statement. Like France do. Even the Swiss notched up a few goals on their path through. We need to start the second half first. I know that sounds tricky, but it can be done. It needs to be done as we apparently take 45 minutes to get started. Except the Ghana match when we never got started at all. Some kind of rest day.

And that’s it. Play better or I’ll become a Brazilian. Again.

Happy Monday

A xxxx