For those who wonder what in the name of hell spawned Old Holborn, I am going to chronicle my winding path to Libertarianism. It involved Brick Lane, Prague, London Transport, a brothel in Frankfurt, a concrete tower block in Gera, East Germany, Soviet Weekly, a penchant for travel and a slowly, all consuming hatred for every one and everything.
Listen closely. I shall tell you my most intimate secrets and desires. I will share with you all the pain and the joy of my misdeeds, my most glorious successes and my most miserable failures. I shall reveal my psychotic tendencies, my euphoric highs and my blacker than black dog desperations.
For the armchair psychologists, it will be fascinating reading. For the politically aware, it will be a revelation. For the stupid, it will be five minutes wasted. For the smart, it will be a blueprint to Nirvana, wealth, fame and happiness. It will show you WHY and am me and why am a Libertarian
Starts tomorrow with Part 1 – All teachers are fucking cunts (cut out and keep early copy of Health and Efficiency inside)
Are you ready for it, Woman on a Raft?