Send me ____________ through my E-mail at the footy(footer // bri'ish)

Thought that mayhaps this could be a new name for a Broadcast? Even when it's about as broad as a Ham-radio with me at the steering wheel. I mean... I've never felt what it is to be depicted as creepy and lechy in terms of being a Lorry-driver. And that reputation is surely offensive... coupled with the, "I've never driven cross-country iced out of my atmoshperic coil with large-freight"-jokes... or the near discriminatory concern. Due to all that ice in your veins.

Today's episode is pretty mild. I'm wondering if I might work out some vague editing skills, I could cobbled together compilations of thoughts lost to a lack of delving into the moment. Pains me... but then-again, it is actually indeed hysteria when they're no-good too. I'm slightly gravy-bummed. Fire playlist I can't show you for copyright reasons.

More to come, I just need to Torily oust my neighbours. And work out what that expression means. Oust is just what Posh people in Britain buy...? Who-knows. You WON'T find that here. 

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"I never thought to say this originally, because I wouldn't like to lose myself in a Social-Vacuum-Esque Hellscape.

Purely if you think I have something to be understood, or anything of value...

Then, and, only then.

Be a Fan.

I'm opening up the idea of conversational ramblings. I think I'm naturally born reactionary, but instilled within silence. Don't be silent...? I'm a rational Human-Rights advocate, and I create my own kindness adverse to systems of Politics, wherever possible. However I'm Just not a fan of Tories. Irony, however... makes me look at Hugh Dennis differently. Like a Human. Not a Toffee. Or John Cleese. Or countless other wealthy Artists I, "couldn't possibly", relate to."

{Poddy e-mail address coming soon.}