It’s sunny. Your mind is elsewhere. You’re thinking about the sun. You’re thinking about water and kicking back and enjoying it all. You might be looking for a little shade. You might be complaining it’s toooooo hot. In case you’ve missed things, in case you’ve been taking a break, this is where we are.
There’s a beer shortage. It’s because manufacturers of CO2, who supply the bubbles in lager and fizzy pop, have scaled back production. There could also be a meat shortage soon, also due to CO2. And Danny fackin’ Dyer is being hailed as the truest commentator on Brexit we have after calling David Cameron a twat. Which, when written down, doesn’t sound like much. It’s all down to the timing of delivery.
Holy shit the only person left talking sense on Brexit is *squints* Danny fucking Dyerhttps://t.co/3kBIIa82Tp
— James Felton (@JimMFelton) June 28, 2018
Harold Pinter loved Danny Dyer. Clearly, he recognised an innate ability to employ a pregnant pause (This is a reference Ben Elton won’t like. He’s delivering a Letter to My Younger Self this week).
If you popped off for an early summer break, and you’re greeted by all this, welcome back.
The thing around the CO2 is the most telling. I’d tried to find a joke about cows farting and gas, because there are few things funnier than cow farting gags (apart, maybe, from nuns driving a small car or Belgian footballers kicking the ball at a goalpost and having it rebound on their faces). But it all became too strained and I left it.