Under the Janus moon of this very annum, I renounced my allegiance to the Conservative party.

Erroneously, I logicked ‘t’was the caprices of the Tories that contrived the unique architecture what engendered my senescent mate being hospitalised. I allowed petty animus and a sense of private betrayal to cloud my reasoning. Now allow me to concisely explain why and how receipt of my first jab is not the exclusive engine of rotation. My blinders are roundly doffed.

It would be abusive of you and fair game for me to point out that I have been somewhat “cruising” of late. I have delegated podcast administration to those what it doth feature, contenting myself as a “blurbist.” No more.

This episode of the Funfiltered podcast dodders at 207 minutes. Most nauseatingly, this is hardly a galling aberration. Indulgence hath become… I ...