Know Your Limits

Couple of nights ago I was typing up a post about a book based on the Three Little Pigs being dropped from a government agency awards on the grounds that it could be deemed offensive to Muslims and builders.

Three times I tried to post it and three times I lost connection with Blogger. Clearly Gimplord was straying into territories that he shouldn't such as politics, race, class, religion and the powers that be thought,

"Gimplord, what the fuck is this? This is not what you're about. You're way out of your depth. You should be telling us about things like that really awkward button on the fly of your jeans instead. You know, the one that's so near the bottom of the fly that you have to put one hand in your trousers to help do it up from the inside and that if anyone caught you doing it they'd think you were having a jostle. Go on, tell us."

OK then.

I've got these jeans with a button fly and...............