you have to admit, there is something dashing about this eyepatch.
19th century snake pliskin.
it has begun. speculation, doubt, taunting, sneering... the queen has dissolved the parliament a la fizzy tablet and blair casually mentioned when the elections will be.
no, i don't get to vote; but if i did, i'd be very angry, as there is no sound choice, they are all the same, or much much much worse.
the latter, whose name i will not mention because i don't want any search engine connections to them (or any of the above three, at that), stuck some anti-eu propaganda through our letterbox. and this was my botched-up response stuck on our front door:
*(these are the times when i miss madrid/málaga the most)