So, the joke of the week is that after I nearly killed myself biking three hundred and forty-six thousand miles straight up to get to Holywell on Monday in order not to see St. Winifrede's shrine, the local Latin Mass coffee klatch has offered me a lift to the pilgrimage to,
guess where?
Yep.
Yeesh.
I'll take the camera.
Meanwhile:
Dylan Moran tells us what is going to happen with all the nanny state stuff.
"...nannyism, it's not going to work. I know that in a couple of years what will happen is all the government inspectors will all be found dead in ditches covered in cigarette burns."
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