Dear Asda,
Fish and chips! Steak and kidney! Tripe and onions! What the hell is wrong with these food stuffs that they feel the need to hang around in gangs of twos or threes to prove themselves? They're like latch key kids whose Mums won't let them back in the council flat till 9:00 PM because they themselves are too busy entertaining wealthy 'businessmen' to top up their insultingly meager supplementary allowance? It's not big and it's not clever, but who can blame them! Discarded by a social system that condemns them to a life of impoverished desperation, an education system that has failed them and a society that just couldn't care less. No wonder they end up on drugs or dabbling with street crime and eventually in prison! Well, better that than merely lying down and taking it up the proverbial arse from a greedy hypocritical middle class whose grandfathers got rich from sending the children of their employees up the chimneys of the very factories used to manufacture the guns and bullets which were later used against them in two (lets face it) financially motivated world wars. It makes me sick. So does liver and bacon come to think of it. We are all of us in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars. Commrades, rise up and break the shackles of international capital. Seize the reins of power. Call me a dreamer if you must, but whats wrong with that? Think of Leonardo Da Vinci and his inventions, Einstein and his theories, Captain Birdseye with his advanced food refrigeration techniques. Were they not dreamers too? Dreamers who dared to wake up and dream!
I eagerly await your thoughts on the matter.
Yours,
Mark-Henry C Algar.
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