Tuesday, 16 September 2008

Friday, 12 September 2008

A Little Bit of Politics, Italian Style

"in 20 years Ratzinger will be dead and will end up in hell, tormented by queer demons - not passive ones, but very active ones."

- Italian comic Sabina Guzzanti

Covered with far more wit, intelligence and accuracy than I can muster right now (I'm five beers in the hole) by proper journalists
Here:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/stage/theatreblog/2008/sep/12/comedy

And here:

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/europe/italy/2801662/Actress-faces-jail-for-saying-Pope-will-go-to-hell.html



If prosecuted, she could get five years.

As anyone that knows me will tell you I'm always the optimistic, sunny side of the street kind of guy that will constantly look for the silver lining, so I can't help thinking that if we'd have had laws like this back in the eighties this hateful fraud


He looks a bit like my uncle Barry in this picture - sorry Barry.



might not have written all those shit books for cunts. Or made We Will Rock You.

I Can See You

Alright, own up. Who searched Scattergum for the word boobs?


I'm a little perplexed. There's foul language here, but there's no porn to be found. Maybe I should add some. Would this place become more popular if I did? Suggestions?

Thursday, 11 September 2008

For Anonymous.

Some cheeky cunt from Amazon marketplace has just asked me not to print out their confirmation email "UNLESS ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY" because I should think of my carbon footprint.
Patronising cocksockets. Do they think I'm some doddering elderly fuckwit that needs a paper copy of everything?
I'll bet they also reckon I keep my life savings under the bed so the "gas man" can rob the lot; think bananas are exotic because we didn't have them during the blitz and I spend my days nursing a single pint of light and bitter in the pub while I wait for the piss I accidentally did all over myself on the way there to dry into a shameful stain on my trouser front; a sorry indictment of my urine soaked obsolescence.
Only to piss all over myself accidentally on the way home again.

I'm going to email them back with that actually and tell them they can print it out as many times as they fucking like.

This three quid wine I bought from the corner shop is rank, what a fucking surprise.

Oh yeah, and happy 9th November to any cunts reading this from 'merca.

Sunday, 7 September 2008

Thursday, 14 August 2008

I swear Nick, It Wasn't Me That Laughed At Your Bald spot.

35 quid to see Nick Cave in November, if I'm reliably informed.

35 quid?! Doesn't he know all the credit has been crunched and no fucker has any money?*
He's only going to spend it all on more (admittedly sharp) pinstripe suits and Just For Men hair and mustache dye (colour: Midnight Goth Black) anyways.




Nick Cave once kicked the shit out of a journalist for pointing out his bald spot.
Overreaction?
Not when it comes to journalists.











*Except me. I have plenty of money, I'm just not going because I've already seen him live this year (pretty fucking great since you didn't bother to ask, cunt). I'm thinking about the rest of you plebs and dole scum for once.