Morning thoughts

It wouldn't surprise him if he heard that Seb was an alcoholic, judging by the amount of photo-ops he grabbed at bars; large close-up shots of his mouth salivating at the sight of a jar. Only this morning, whilst engaging in his ablutions, T had heard mayor Cody on LIE (and across the web) praising police for their seizure of 50,000 Delirium tablets
'It's another victory over the evil drug barons.'
the mayor had spouted the cliched soundbite and in the same breath had raised a litre of poteen to his lips and praised its purity.
A truly awful apparatchik who'd risen up the ranks to become mayor, reflected T, loyal and crawling of the worst kind. He had stopped for a moment brushing his teeth and gazed into the LIE newsreader's face. He often wished that he could spike the food or drink of a po-faced newsreader just prior to their going on air; watch them collapse into a stoned heap live (well it would beat all the endless war footage). But T knew he was bordering on Eric's concept of 'cogitative crookedness' and was also alienating himself from anti-drug humans everywhere by entertaining such ideas; however, he entertained them nonetheless.