Well I have to admit it was a pretty grim week in Harperland. It was really cold and dark in the place where I live, and even the lights on the ferry dock couldn't brighten the gloom.
Not when Lord Harper is back from his bloated junket to remind me how much I despise him and his foul Con regime.
Not when Julian Fantino is going around beating up on veterans, and making me want to put a fist through a wall, I hate bullies that much.
And not when the great Pete Seeger died. Which made me so sad.
So you can imagine how I felt when I read this story.
