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[caddyman]

I have just noted, reading through my friends list, just how many people are feeling ill, or thinking about feeling ill, or are stressed or depressed.

Even I, your sunny-natured correspondent has recently taken time off work with stress and hypertension.

Ladies and Gentlemen. What the fek is going on here? I live in one of the top seven richest countries in the world. Everyone on my friends list lives in at least the top ten. We can feed and clothe ourselves and have a roof over our heads. We have enough free time and disposable income to be able to sit and navel gaze like professionals.

So, I ask again. What the fek is going on? Why are we all stressed/miserable/distressed/frightened etc etc etc?

And just to jolly us out of it, who in the London area is up for a TexMex at the Café Sol in Clapham High Street in the not too distant future for a communal cathartic feed and grouch?

I don't do miserable very well, and I'm damned well fed up with it.

Let's cheer up, people!

And on that note, I go to burn a hole in a shirt for tomorrow morning, and then stand under a tepid shower.

It's something I do.