This is nice: the little dog has decided to cuddle up next to me in bed instead of sleeping on my knees. Oh, hang on, he’s now doing his “I need to spin round twelve times clockwise and five anticlockwise before I can curl up” thing. Happy, Little Man? Yes? Good. Then I shall continue.

It shouldn’t, but it gives me some satisfaction when his anus touches the pillow on which my ex used to rest her head. Juvenile, I know, but I wish that woman a thousand curses and an eternity of smelling nothing but dog anuses – ones whose glands need clearing. Then again, with the one she chose to betray me with, she probably has that anyway.

Oh, how I wish I could strike them down with a might as powerful as Krakatoa, so they feel their impending doom: the heat; the choking fumes; the fear; then, poof! vaporised and sent packing back into universe as nothing but disparate molecules and sub-atomic particles. Gone.

Be gone, all of you who just fucking piss me off. Yes you there, Asda! You’ve doubled the price of cans of Pepsi just like that. BOOM! Consider yourself smited. Off you fucking well pop. And you, Bolton Council. You increased my council tax this year, and what better services will I get? Oh, you’re reducing my bin collections to once a fortnight. Just what services do people who pay council tax actually get? Seems they mainly exist for those who don’t contribute at all. Suffer my wrath, wastrels, and take those bastards from Salford with you. Mister, “I can’t be arsed queuing, so I’ll cut you up”, or Miss “Lane markings and box junctions, they don’t matter”? You clearly don’t give a crap about your fellow humans, society, or little furry animals, so you’re all going to get skewered on my huge human kebab and spit roasted. You can cry and plead and beg, but you will suffer!

Why does it have to be this way? Why do some people have such inconsideration for others? I’d like to think it’s down to plain stupidity because then there’d be no malice in their actions. But it’s not like that, some people are genuinely, consciously utter twats. They might not do anything that’s against the law, but surely there must be some sort of correctional intervention for those in our midst who are just cocks?

I’m tired of this world I live in. Perhaps it’s the extended winter that’s bringing me and everyone else down. Even without sunshine and warmth, nothing can take away the longer days that are coming and maybe a little less darkness will make things all better, until autumn at least.

Until the chill winds from the east turn around, I am reliant on my electric blanket for bedtime warmth. Until others start showing more consideration, I shall sit here, wishing for the power of the almighty and planning what to do with it.