Dom's Rambles

I understand there are some elections tomorrow. Well whoopie fucking shit. Should a politician advocate a platform that involves keeping their thieving fingers out of my wallet, their meddlesome noses out of my business and not kowtowing to every misanthropic, eco-fascist witch-doctor who wants to drag Western civilisation back to the Dark Ages then I'll consider giving them my vote. Until then they can all get fucked.

In any case, I have more pressing matters to attend to. Sophisticated juxtapositions of the parallel demise of the Eighties heavy metal scene and a star-crossed love affair that was born of it don’t just write themselves you know!