Brighton Mod
Its All Too Beautiful
Who cleaned the floors or your ward? Who made and delivered the food to your bedside? Who wheeled you on a trolley to the operating theatre? Who manned the little shop selling flowers, sweets and magazines? (OK, I'll let you off that last one, they were probably unpaid volunteers).
You really are one heartless idiot. As they always say about the nasty party, you know the cost of everything and the value of nothing. Shame on you.
The cleaners, the caterers and the porters all of whom I came into contact were a cheery lot. You judge who I vote for, your very judgemental arn't you, with what evidence, one small phrase. I wouldn't vote for any on offer, you trust one politician over another, one public school boy over another, your very niaive, they're all in it for personal gain, you have no idea of what I stand for, but at least I make my own mind up and don't rely on suited mouthpieces who just repeat what they're told. Think for yourself my friend, think outside of what is promulgated on television and through the papers, your life would be much happier and you wouldn't waste your time being resebtful of others.