There HAS to be complaining, otherwise I'm not playing.
And for those who need a bit of cheese to go with their whine, perhaps a discounted club membership to help offset costs in such difficult financial times.
ummmm....actually, I'm not a fan of OWS.
Me neither, but I am a member of OWLS.... Old Wankers Liberation Society. Yeah, it's a group dedicated to bringing old wankers out of the closet and freeing them of their hang-ups, inhibitions and the stigma they feel is associated to their craft. Me, I'm an honorary member with a lifetime membership because I'm the biggest wanker there and I've dedicated a lifetime to advancing the art. 
turns out I'm not as idealistic as I believed myself to be, because I realized I really didn't WANT to go out in the cold on my day off to hold a sign and possibly get arrested and the only thing I'm going to occupy was my office chair.
Ah, but you can still achieve so much from your office chair. That's right, no need to get cold... no need to risk being hospitalised from exposure... no, you just send poison pen letters to bankers via email. And just to be sure, to be sure [they get the message], you could also send some via snail mail... just in case you can't bypass their junk mail/spam filters.
With the snail mail option, though, so's you don't have to go out in the cold, you may have to ring the kid next door and give him 50c to pop it in the post box for you. Yeah, I did say "ring him" Reason being, it's f**k'n cold outside and yer don't wanna slip on the ice/snow. Kids are more resilient and are likely to bounce back from landing on their derriere, so it's better the brat from next door lands on his ass and not you 
I'm already pre-occupied.
I didn't know that fantasising about Raquel Welch [in her 70's and still hot] actually counted towards being preoccupied, but if you're happy with that, by all means don't let us stop you. I mean, if an old bloke can't daydream - and it's Dolly Parton for me - then there's no clear or compelling reason to get out of bed in the morning. Nah, I reckon just stay there and continue with yer nightdreams.
Anyhow, I'm not leaving this thread without complaining first, orright! And while we're on the subject of complaints and dreams, I've just not been having those rather pleasant one with Dolly in them for ages.
No, I've been having recurring nightmares about this redheaded Prime Minister piece from Canberra putting a frigging carbon tax on an antiquated push mower, despite the fact I'm doing my bit for the environment by not burning fossil fuels while mowing. In the nightmare I keep hearing her say that she doesn't care that I'm using a manual mower to cut back on fossil fuel emissions, I huff and puff a lot more and therefore contribute global warming.
I mean, it's not bad enough that I see the b**ch in the 6 O'clock news, she's invading my friggin' dreams as well. 
