Jun. 28th, 2005
I can't wait to get an ID card. Charles Clarke (no relation) has promised that, for the princely sum of 100 pounds, we'll get a card that will tell us who we are. Most excellent. Now I won't have to devote (waste?) years of my life to studying the philosophical sciences in an attempt to determine my fundamental essence.
What's that you say? It doesn't work like that? What a swizz.
In that case, I'll keep my money, buy a copy of On Liberty, blow the rest on a palm reading from the fortune teller at the end of the pier and with any luck, end up with change from a pony.
What's that you say? It doesn't work like that? What a swizz.
In that case, I'll keep my money, buy a copy of On Liberty, blow the rest on a palm reading from the fortune teller at the end of the pier and with any luck, end up with change from a pony.