Ringing The Bells And Digging Our Own Graves
It's bollocks. We are agreed. Utter pretentious nonsense. Self-indulgent waffle, supported by a cushion of who-you-know and money, signifying nothing. We lift our glasses, united in our comfortable contempt. We raise our flag. We have standards. We are capable of better
And then the uncomfortable truth. How, exactly, will we achieve this? What...
