Witnessing the conspiracy theory nonsense being spewed at will during (My Pillow CEO) Mike Lindell's Cyber Symposium I couldn't help ponder whether the adage 'There's no such thing as bad publicity' isn't without flaws. Of course, the moustachioed oddball may justify these events with observations individuals want to hear his sage-like words relaying how the... Continue Reading →
Never A Crossword
On commencing this monologue, it appears I'm residing on the periphery of a Darby and Joan club meeting. Sitting adjacent to yours truly in a south Leeds coffee house, contented looking individuals in their dotage converse enthusiastically about gardening and mint humbugs. Among their number two ageing couples who gaze lovingly into each others eyes... Continue Reading →