Tuesday, 13 June 2017

Strong and Stable. Election Reflections.

Here I am. Strong and stable.

It's 1am. I'm in County Clare. Celebrating the lawful marriage of two men.

One of whom is a Roman Catholic priest.

It's all a bit weird and very, very lovely. And indeed, drink had been taken.

This was in March.

Life was going swimmingly.

I was employed and everything.

And then this happened

Bloody woman.

And then this happened

Wonderful woman

And then this happened

Somebody tell me this.

What the fuck does "strong and stable" mean ?

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