My uncle was a dyed-in-the-wool fascist Oh good Good what? That he died in the war. In any way shape or formI’m no way snake nor fawnEach and every one of usTo all intents and purposes(and those in tents and porpoises)Complete and utter disregardIt beggars sheer beliefThisDyed in the woolDied in the wallCard carryingCertain segment … Continue reading Fitting In →