Avast, ye Brexit-voting naysayers! After yet another unnecessarily
extended hiatus, your beloved Angstrom has once again returned.
During my impertinent incarceration at the hands of all the
(disconcertingly emboldened) tiny Angstroms, I had adhered dutifully to my
absurd Brexiteering creed. But now, festooned with the glutinous residue of
shame, I return to you, oh solipsistic reader, in the hope you may forgive my transgressions.
For today the European flag, the undying symbol of all that
is just and holy in this swaggeringly appalling world, flies high over Castle Angstrom.
All the tiny Angstroms have been dispatched to assorted prep schools, military academies
and borstals, there to do battle with their chronically underprepared handlers.
And my beloved Lady Angstrom’s legally-ambiguous “charitable activities” take
her further afield than ever. At last, all is well with the world (barring, of
course, a Trump-shaped hole about to be blasted through the middle of it).
“Whither the source of your Bremain enlightenment?” I hear
you cry.
Well, my good friend Hamish Nickelback-Cummerbund set me
straight on a number of key geo-political issues during the course of a not entirely
unpleasant evening of light chamber music and speed metal at the local boozer,
The Chastisement of Hubris.
The details of this conversation I shall not bore you with
here, but suffice to say it contained the phrases “clear economic imperative”
and “unmitigated arsequake”, as well as the blisteringly homophobic “turd-burgling
cock-botherers”. What a guy.
Hamish, you will be delighted to learn, has recently
published a tome collecting the very bonnest of his bon mots (The F*ck You Lookin’ At, Pal?, University
of Crikey, 2016, £246.95). And with Christmas bearing down upon us like an
angry and confused elk, it goes without saying what a perfect gift this collection
would make for that special person in what I suppose we must refer to as your
life.
Kindly send cheques, postal orders, sacrificial goats, Blue Peter badges, Magic: The Gathering cards, etc. and so on to the usual address.