And a fine bunch of idiots too I may add, as the Joker in Batman would say “My fine feathered fools”
Where’s RJ these days? Surely he’s not still on holidays?

We had a great day at the outing yesterday, then when I woke up this morning feeling a bit woozy the first thing the wife said “You never went over the wooden fences with the wood preserver Jimmy” “No how could I? I was asleep and I’ve just woken up” Always complaining are the wives, nag nag nag.
I do me own fair share of complaining too, but don’t we all? isn’t it our nature to complain? It got me thinking about “Complaining” in general.

My old Dad always used to say that if man hadn’t complained about walking the wheel would never have been invented. Complaining is the mother of invention and not necessity as we are led to believe. The complaining gene kicks in when we are too hot or too cold so we move to a more comfortable place, turn off or on something, otherwise we would roast or freeze to death. We complain when we get a pain or don’t feel right, well that’s a good thing, otherwise we wouldn’t know we were sick, would we. The first thing your doctor asks you when you go to him is “What’s your complaint?”
Complaining can overcome needs and bring governments down, it can improve the quality of the food we eat, the entertainment on offer, and even get the trains to run on time, complaining is a very important part of our lives from the first cries of a baby for more food right up the the last words of a dying old man “Oh God, could you not give me a little more time”
Wives have truly mastered the art of complaining, my missus even complains in her sleep, it slows down in Summertime but takes off again come the bad weather and every Winter is a Winter of discontent to her, I think she actually looks forward to it so she can get more complaining in, like the cost of food and fuel, stupid little things like that, but not a bleep out of her when they put the price of smokes and a pint up.
Complaining is a release valve for us, makes us feel we have some influence on things in general and our views count, singly they don’t, but collective organised complaining can start a revolution. Everyone’s a critic whether we realise it or not, we love “Getting our tuppence worth in”
The bottom line is the whole World is one big complaining mass of humanity, always was and always will be, rich and poor have the same basic complaint, the poor complain they haven’t enough money and the rich complain they never have enough money, with attitudes like that humanity will forever be at each others throats.
long live complaining I say ‘cos you’ll never anywhere without it, keep silent and they’ll walk all over you.
I can truly say with my hand on my heart that complaining has got us to where we are today…living longer and still complaining.

well changing the topic - I'm listening to a run of Richard Thompson music what a great guitarist - cutting edge stuff he even sings romantic songs with a bite - a feast to be sure! nothing soppy about this man and Irish too!