My Childerbeast moaned today about going out for a ride in the car and then a stroll around Yeadon Tarn, stopping at the ice cream van on the way back.
I did tell them it could have been worse. We could have had a day out Libyan style. Like the kids being taken to gawp at Gaddafi’s decaying body wrapped in a rug & tied up with string:-
Come on kids, Fuck the park! Let’s go count the flies on a dead dictator!
And a message to my friends who for reasons best known to themselves, support Man United. I say to you (in the style of Nelson from The Simpsons):