Mayhem and egg

A Britain divided once again normally wouldn’t call for celebration. Nevertheless, in honour of Jeremy Corbyn’s impressive gain, I thought it only befitting to rustle up a fry-up, full monty, save the sausages (I’d have to go to Marks & Spencer in Oslo in order to get hold of such bare necessities, and I live nowhere near that, as you may well know), and, of course, a cuppa – reminiscing the days of Ted Heath and Harold Wilson, now that the two-party system seems safely reinstated.

I will not, however, attempt to deliver an in-depth analysis of the UK post Brexit chaos, now that the Brits have made themselves utterly irrelevant.

P.S. According to the wife it’s salad for me tonight.

Denne bloggen er blottet for intensjoner om interaksjon, men man fremstår jo nødig feig, så kommentarfeltet er åpent. In general comments are not encouraged, as I rarely have the time to engage in discussions, but please feel free, if you so desire.

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