While Delhi was under attack last night — oh I dunno who it was. Mush, Bush or the Bajrangis? — it gave me a serious headache. Adding to that, with all those things exploding all over the place I’d become partly deaf. It’s times like these that I think why on earth did I not invest on an underground bunker ever.

So, after the warring sides called for truce, possibly in the really early morning hours, I thought of finally sitting back and chilling now. However, what I just heard was the following…

No kind words are coming out of your mouth
Plenty goes in but nothing good comes out
Badmouth, sad mouth, you were an unhappy child
That doesn’t make your lying tongue alright

Wash it out, wash it out, wash it out

Is that really funny or am I just silly? Who the hell is PJ Harvey anyway? OK I’ll leave ya with that. Adios!!

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