Time for a Tune: click Here

Right, now on with the show.  The Flatulent Leader – or should I say, Our Sergeant Major ? – is presiding over a rotten show.  And I for one am sick of it and sick of him

I am sick of the stench of corruption – planning decisions taken for the sake of a grubby donation, lies, incompetence, greed, stupidity, bluster.

At our school, the top set in each year comprised Form A; the also-rans made up Form B, but worst of the lot were a group of hopeless cases known collectively as “The Remove,” whose habitat, so far as I remember, was behind the bike shed, where they traded cigarettes and dirty magazines.   I can’t think of a better word for our government: Remove