I’ve said this before. Multiple times – I don’t care about your religion/colour/race/language/etcetc

But if you want to be a part of Animal Farm. Crack on. And leave ME alone!!!

P.S. I don’t do weed. It makes me ill/sick/vomit. I refer Champagne.

EACH TO THEIR OWN (?)

Hey diddle diddle, policemen on the fiddle
He sold off the drugs to the man in the middle
Who put it on the plane to Heathrow Central
It was picked up by a hippie in a Hertz car rental
Drove it into town and split it up in parcels
Sold it to his friends at an ethnic party
They talked about life but missed all the points, points, points, points, points, points, points, points, points
They sat cross legged and passed around the joints
And they inhaled the west Indian exports
They talked about life but missed all the points, points, points, points, points, points, points, points, points, points.