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Wednesday 12th December 2018

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The curse of the freelancer is the difficult of getting down to work when some juicy news event or horrific ongoing tragedy is occurring. With Brexit we have both and today it was very hard to drag myself away from the rolling news involving the vote of no confidence in Theresa May. 
If you can ignore the total disaster for our country and the younger generations, it’s actually becoming quite entertaining. Which of the utterly insane options are we going to be lumbered with? How many of us will lose our jobs or homes or lives? What fun! 
Who is going to fill the vacuum created by the collapse of the centre? In the 30s it was Hitler, but maybe this time it will be someone nice. Who knows? That’s all part of the entertainment.
Certainly politicians seem to be kowtowing to the right in terms of fearing that the wrong Brexit or no Brexit will lead to them violently rising up. The problem with that, of course, is no one knows what Brexit is anyway, so they can still say anything wasn’t what they wanted and rise up. Also even if they got the hard Brexit that they apparently want and that led to economic disaster, then that would lead to violence too. Ha ha! There’s going to  be some kind of horrific consequence whatever we do.
I know that I have come out for Remain and Hard Brexit, but from now on I am going to sit on the fence and just cheer on both sides until they wipe each other out. Then I will stroll in and take all the surviving stuff.
I should have been writing, but I was hadn’t slept well again. I had woken at 3am and though I hadn’t had the full on existential dread experience, I knew I wasn’t going back to sleep and came down and watched Netflix. Either they put different stuff on at night or it’s a Tom’s Midnight Garden scenario and a magical world of alternative programming pops up, but I’d ended up watching “The Ranch”, a sitcom about regular working folk and their wayward semi-celebrity son (played by Ashton Kutcher) which reaffirmed the notion that fathers and sons are unable to express their emotions, but how quiet dignity and Republican values will see them through anyway. It was kind of OK in some ways and at least a bit different, but I’d like to see that male stereotype left behind. We’d all be happier if dads and sons were able to express their love for each other.
Anyway, it’s a shame it’s only available in the middle of the night to those who have woken up with a mild whisky hangover, having mild psychosis apparently caused by eating hot chillis and who are haunted by various Wiggles songs playing on a loop inside their head.
I am not crazy.
I got back to sleep after two episodes, but was tired, hungover and a bit ill and too gripped to see if limpet Theresa May could cling on, even sprayed with the salty jism of the horror show that is the right wing of her party. Metaphorically I hope.
She clung on like the stocean clinging on to a prized stone.

And in less depressing news - I got a box full of the RHLSTP kickstarter rewards. Chris Evans (not those two) and designer Anne Cakebread have done an amazing job and the quality of the shirts, Rubik’s cube and stickers go way beyond what was required. But with all our kick-starters we aim to give people something that is worth more than they have paid for it. There may be a few items given out as prizes or put on ebay (to raise more podcast funds), but basically the only way you could get these items was via the kickstarter, so hopefully they will be collectable. But I think you’ll want to wear the shirts and use the stickers and play the cube. Because they’re all awesome.

RHLSTP with James O’Brien is now up on video
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