it would take considerably more than three days of not getting to the shops before we start slitting each others throats for a tin of Heinz tomato soup. I suspect you rather secretly like the idea Andrew [writer of the commented-upon article], and imagine that there's a survivalist savage beating in your sedentary journo's breast ready to go all Lord of Flies as son as Morrison's runs out of milk.
. . . from a guardian blog thing entitled: "Nine Meals From Anarchy"
and so on:
Supermarket managers sitting down in secret talks with government about crowd control?
Only eight meals, and dessert from anarchy now.
We are always nine meals from anarchy. The trick is to keep nine meals ahead of the last one.
Labour dogma grew the population by 10% and put up windmills to deal with it. Even the most rudimentary research on the subject would show clearly this would never be enough, but then the last 13 years have been not about pragmatism but ideology.
"As far as food is concerned, I'm not panicking just yet. I have enough to last a good few weeks."
--Ah, but can you feed the world?
Already UK pensioners are buying books from charity shops to burn in a desperate attempt to keep warm,
And sometimes you can steal a comment that goes like this:
and where's my cock see? you expect my cook to be there or not. I have no cold and that's the last you'll hear it. Cup gone when cold see? Alert mistress at door. You see it, I asked her. Just stood at the door.
And you think that through thick buggered experience, as they say, that you get, as they say, to the end of, out of is it, it, they say.
but no cock to start with, then, we are troubled by that.
See?
And I should complain about the misuse, as usual, of "anarchy", but I probably shan't
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