Feel for us, the silent minorities.
We are, after all a sad bunch. We cling to allies that never knew there was a war, and we mourn those who fail in their ignorance.
Still, there are some allies you take for granted. Charlie Brooker that misanthropic, opinionated, and all round writing genius was as close to a role model as I get, and today, sad sad day, I find that he is expecting.
Oh, I knew of course that no human being could be quite so cutting and survive in real life, but I wasn't expecting it to be quite as much of an act.
I never had crushes on celebrities, even when I was younger I could see it was foolish, so how did I end up so... disappointed... in a stranger?
We all look for allies. Sometimes we just look in the wrong places.
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...I need a drink
Iechyd da Charlie, I hope you and Konnie name it something sensible at least.
