Some days I struggle to find something to write about on here, but today it’s obvious. The only problem is, I don’t know what to say about it. Of course, I was as furious as anyone to hear that Boris Johnson and his cronies thought it was perfectly ok to have a garden party at Downing Street in May 2020, and even more pissed off that his Tory chums were trying to justify and excuse it this morning. What do you expect when your country is being governed by a bunch of spoiled, arrogant scumbags who think they are above the law? The thing is, what can I say about it which will contribute anything meaningful? Naturally, part of me wants to launch into one of my rage-filled tirades, full of insults and swear words, about how the Tories are utterly unfit to be in government. While the rest of us were feeling the effects of isolation, they were behaving like they were too superior to have to obey the rules. Yet apart from potentially damaging my keyboard, that wouldn’t achieve anything: I’d hope anyone reading it would agree with me, so I wouldn’t be changing anyone’s mind. The thing is, I’m tired of getting furious; I’m tired at being frustrated that the country is currently being run by a bunch of arrogant, entitled scumbags, but knowing that, at the end of the day, I can’t do anything about it. So please take my fury as read while I try to find something more constructive to write about.