My Road Home
For many years, I lived as a deep-cover agent in Britain, living amongst the running dogs of capitalism. However, as capitalism collapses around their ears, my work is done and I have had the opportunity to retire to the joys of the last outpost of Marxist Leninism in the world, the workers' paradise that my heart yearned for over the past decades. The joy of having centralised state planning, having daily pronouncements from the General and having a proper diet of pickles and turnips again; how happy I am to be inspecting pickles, sharing my flat with many good comrades so that we never worry about the heating and knowing that whatever I wear will be the same as every other good male comrade. And as for being in the presence of real women with real muscle and stubble....