This isn't the time for militant unionism. If I were at ScotRail, in the current climate I'd trade a pay freeze [sic: pay rise?] for job security.
I got laid on James Joyce's grave / I was hoping his genius would rub off on me
Oh, I've walked on water, run through fire / Can't seem to feel it anymore
[…] euery one a Furies shape assumes, Befog’d and clouded with my hel-hatch’d fumes.
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