Quite a sadistic blog.

So far I’ve had baby milk company directors and shareholders publicly flogged, wished lifelong mental torment on Tony Blair, had civil servants fed to eels (a Roman way of recycling slaves), slapped someone’s legs and sent them to bed without any tea and hurled all fashion journalists and the first in a long, long list of ad industry creatives into a pit full of venomous (and sarcastic) snakes.

Shaping up nicely, I’d say. I haven’t yet started on people who have unsound views on parasites, or use the world ‘dinosaur’ to indicate an obsolete product or person behind the curve.  They’re really heading for the shit.