In the case of that rant, there was no other choice!
Skyweir wrote:So turns out I wrote to Pete not you lol

and he had no idea why I was unloading a load of Brexit horse shit on his good self and associated ramblings

well best laid plans of mouse and men

Rofl!
It could be worse Sky... about ten years back, I was walking home feeling a bit too hungry for comfort after finishing work late when I ran into a friend. We walked along chatting for a while and then he went into the bank to pay a bill while my rumbling stomach and I waited outside.
I was in dire need of dinner and far too aware of my stomach acid for comfort.
I texted my (then) wife that if she'd be so kind as to put a significant quantity of food in the oven for me I'd show my gratitude by doing all the little things she liked - playing with her hair, rubbing her neck, an evening long foot massage with the oil, etc. I even promised to cook her breakfast for her the following morning.
My large hairy friend came out of the bank about two minutes later. He looked me in the eye and said "You've got a deal. I'll make beef wellington and then you can get busy."
Luckily, the impulse to laugh just about prevailed over my impulse to barf.
To this day I hope 'beef wellington' wasn't some sort of horrible euphemism.