It’s that time of year again, the weather’s shit and everything’s closed.
The pigs are after your licence and your gear, your seasonal job has been replaced by workfare (ho ho fucking ho) and the landlord wants his dough. Drunks celebrate the birth of a popular Palestinian after-dinner speaker by glassing each other in the town centre. ‘Tis the season of commodity fetishism and the bourgeoisie glop all over us.
So crack open a brew, spark up the chalice, throw another fascist on the fire and put your feet up. Maybe even dip into our Reference Library while you’re at it – knowledge is power after all, the only kind worthy of respect.
We hope you like the card, we nicked it, so sue us.
Stay free, stay safe, solidarity forever! X