There goes the neighbourhood.

 

I'm staying in here until the lumpen proleteriat rise up as one and hang him from the nearest lamp-post.

Whoops! Miss-spelled proletariat. Now they'll be after lynching me too.

Meh, you'll be waiting a while - we're all too busy mourning the (partial)passing of good old Fidel.

 

Well, I am anyway. *drinks another Havana Club*

Lynching? Isn't that when some artfag film director starts effing and blinding and completely missing the fucking point?

I have teh Xenophons. I'm going to stay in here for a bit and drink tea.