I could cope with being shit, because when we were shit, we’d been shit for so long, that I’d sort of become immune to being surrounded by shit. Everything was shit, so having been exposed to so much shit, I could never tell the difference between disappointing shit, unexpected shit, and intolerable shit. In short, I preferred it when we were shit, because basically, I just didn’t give a shit.
Unfortunately the world has since changed, and I’m now confronted with shite, more shite, expensive shite, clueless shite, spineless shite, and Radio Silence shite.
Somehow this new shite has morphed into something far worse than the old shit.
Up the Blues!