[kj] Exercise One

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Then the clock starts chiming...
Its my wake up call!!!

Walking round this town which will be drowning soon, I see roads blocked and gangs of police roaming. Why? Our un-elected Prime Sinister is bringing his lapdogs to town to blab about the state of the economy and lag some lofts to save the planet.

Being repulsed by these vapid entities, I will be leaving the day they arrive. Like Dick Lucas of Subhumans, I don't understand patrotism. Some shmuck in a Stranglers shirt was chanting, "Manchester, Manchester!" at the recent Subhumans gig and Dick tore him a new asshole, taking the piss out of his misguided pisshead pride. He said something along the lines of, why not shout about England too, then Europe, then the whole world? The recent Subhumans album "Internal Riot" is one of their best.

I've had it with this city and after the disgusting invasions of Iraq and Afghanistan, I feel ashamed to be British. So I think the time has come to move south. Hell, most of the British Isles is going to flood when the ice caps melt. No more London, Bristol, Manchester, Liverpool or Norfolk. Like Feargal Sharkey said, "Its gonna happen!"

You probably don't recall my cryptic comment a few days ago, "Is it the Day of the Lords yet?" The next day a CD by Lords was sent to me in the post. Just before I interviewed Magazine for a magazine I bought the excellent new CD by Jarboe and Justin Broadrick and the chorus of "Romp" seems to my ears to be a chant of "Jana." I also bought excllent CDs by Arbouretum and Thank You on the Thrill Jockey label, and walked through Piccadilly Gardens upsetting football fans by singing, "Love Like Blood" a bit too loud. 

So when does the great migration begin?