I went to bed after the exit poll, got up at 3 and saw most of the exciting bits. Yesterday I felt fine, just a bit tired, but today Iāve got a head like a bucket despite taking paracetamol. I may rethink my overnighter strategy for the next election.
To want to swear at a rude man in a BP petrol station š”š”
If heaven is so wonderful, why do people pray to stop someone going there




