Orangina

Friday mornings are probably a chore for most people, that impending fun or relaxed weekend with the barrier of Friday in the way; but I love Friday mornings. This is where I am taught by the first teacher I've come across in many a year who gets my cranial juices flowing.

I feel the lull in the class and hear the soft breathing of those who are asleep during the film of the day, but I love this class. Is it right to censor journalistic reports? Are the Government conspirators, who consistently lie to their electors or are they just incompetent fat cats?

I never believed I had any real interest in politics until my Friday morning lessons; in which i have found that I may probably be more political than most and the lives of the voting public, revolve around politics whether we want it or not.

Some go to sleep in this class, but I wake up, things I have always known and had refused to acknowledge buzz around the inside of my head like the bits at the bottom of a bottle of Orangina... Thank crunchie it's Friday!


Orangina now you see her... la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la....!!


p.s
Apparently this is it... It's been real, real therapeutic, Thank you and goodbye xx