Yesterday I was sitting at the railway station
Waiting for Martha as I normally do
When I saw two rather plump girls holding hands
They smiled at me
I smiled back
They were obviously bicycles at the very least
I felt no malice towards them
None at all
This set me thinking as about a year ago I was sitting on the same bench
When two faggots kissed each other in full view of a number of children
I felt physically sick and seriously considered pointing out the error of their ways
I am by no means a violent chap (although I am in a long conversation with Mark about the morality of political assassinations which is interesting)
Joe is decent chap who believes in God
That is why I dislike decay
Fast forward an hour and Martha and I were in a bookshop
I had already taken against it as the window display was primarily aimed a children
Famous Five
Biggles
William
Not a fucking chance
Peter has Two Daddy’s
Lesley or Leslie
And many other brightly coloured books
Aimed in the mainly at children
There is a malignancy in our society
As Martha completed her purchase
I asked Jennifer and her Pronoun whether the bookshop
Stocked
The Well of Loneliness
By Radclyffe Hall
Jennifer and her Pronoun
Looked puzzled and asked if it was a new book
I explained that it was first published in 1928
The reply was priceless
It may be out of print then
Martha was pretending to read a book about black history
But it had no pages
She lightly kicked me on the ankle and mouthed behave
Fast forward to the England game which was fucking awful
The displays around the pitch were more interesting
They kept going on about hate
Hate what is hate
Hate is caused when malignant minorities
Are considered equal and championed by those who wish to promote chaos
I would not say that I hate but I am easily disgusted like most decent people
And then I saw the captains rainbow armband which made it all okay
If I had been the England captain I would have refused to wear the armband
But the current one is pretty vacant and likes pretty colours (what a cunt)
I did read that a footballer (I think in France) refused to wear a faggot badge on his shirt and covered it with tape
The shit hit the fan and the REAL haters came to the surface
I have always believed in being direct
Is that a bad thing Josie