There is a little band of people that I constantly wish dead.  But it’s growing.

It comprises several who are still vertical and a small number who have already been promoted to glory.

Be assured, I don’t do anything physically to bring their deaths about (-this is, after all, not America-) but simply enjoy the satisfaction of it happening when it does.

And let me say from the get-go (and if you’re a person that uses that phrase you’re likely to be in my sights) that I am under no illusion that others likewise wish me dead.  The status between is therefore a score-draw.

Many people don’t make my “list” – some scuzzie gobbing in the street, the dog owner whose mut’s shit I trod in, the ignorant twat who carved me up driving etc, but are simply fleeting and satisfying thoughts.

And, to be clear, this isn’t a paper list as such. It would not bode well if one was found on me by the police with the names of dead people crossed out.