Tuesday 22 September 2009
What the hell is going on?
Logged on, flashing as a headline is this, 2 fat bastards who apparently did not even win some bleeding half wit tallent show in the summer are earning 200 grand a bleeding week.Now then, is this what we won WWII for? so that we can fill our country up with bastards who are no use to this country at all? Sorry Mr fighter pilot, Mr infantry man, Mr merchant seaman, Mr commando, you wasted your fucking time.
Sunday 15 March 2009
Comic Hand Relief
If you live in the UK, you will be aware of the comic relief thing. Utter crap. Send a bunch of celebs up a mountain, and call them "Heroes", do me a bloody favour. Did not see any of these bastards being shot at, or the odd chemical toilet blowing up, the nearest any of this lot got to being heroic was managing to keep their respective egos relatively under wraps, either that or they really have no personality at all. I tell you, I know of a man who went up the same mountain the previous week with one leg. He had no record to plug, or book/film/fitness DVD. Mosquito nets were what it appears it was all about this Friday, a fiver each, I was thinking why not buy a bleeding factory to make them, Some brainless blonde bint called Fern something or other said this cracker " Send us a text and it will help us to stop Malaria" Jesus Christ, if it is that easy, we could, with a few million mobile phones, put a stop to any number of ailments, from acne to lung cancer. Now, I'm no expert, but is it possible that getting rid of mosquitos could have some sort of effect on the food chain, but then again, comic relief people only concentrate on Africa, as there is nowhere else where poverty prevails, which is good to know. In two years time, I have it on good authority that the charity will be asking for £5 texts to buy fly swatters.
Tuesday 8 January 2008
bastards and fat British people.
If you are british and reading this , chances are you are fat, due to spending around 10% of your income on food, and around 50% of your income on sky tv .
Read this you bastard and digest. How much did you spend on your tv/entertainment system over christmas ? £600, £800?
Tuesday 8 May 2007
Bag o' Shite.
Bloody work etc, the unemployed of old Blighty don't know how lucky they are,get up,perhaps, watch a bit of half wit t.v. filled with half wits banging on about who's the bloody father of little bleeding Leroy,as they are usually called,the mother draped head to toe in stain ridden tracksuit, with extra girth extension, lank greasy " chip pan" style hair do, more piercings than a circus freak,,,,,,,Then the absent father turns up, like a bad smell, again wearing the uniform of the underclass, stains in different places, that white pasty face look that only deep sea fish have,the ones that have no eyes and never see the sunlight, wearing the obligitary tatoos that previously were worn only by the proud and fearless warriors of the Cook islands, he talks,in a strange dialect, he thinks he is in the Bronx, he,s not, he's from fucking Bradford.
Guess what? he does not work, no job, but can afford to visit his tatoo parlour every 2 weeks.
These people severely piss me off. That's why Britain is going down the pan, to keep people such as Mr and Mrs Deep Pan in the lap of luxury. How strange that these people never have any money and yet are always as heavy as a large African land mammal?
Guess what? he does not work, no job, but can afford to visit his tatoo parlour every 2 weeks.
These people severely piss me off. That's why Britain is going down the pan, to keep people such as Mr and Mrs Deep Pan in the lap of luxury. How strange that these people never have any money and yet are always as heavy as a large African land mammal?
Tuesday 24 April 2007
still knackered
I know I mentioned it before,but,here I am,approaching my post 40 and a few more years birthday,and things are getting harder by the day,maybe I am just getting old,but honestly,got home from work today,and 3 hours later my body aches in every joint/muscle, I do not even feel like drinking the rather wonderful red I have in my glass,I am feeling so bleeding knackered that I can't be bothered to watch one of my top 10 films of all time,which incidentally, consists of a few more than 10, 633 Squadron, now there's a fine film, made long ago before all that CGI crap that is churned out of America, when,if you needed an aircraft for a film, you aquired a fleet of them from god knows where, now, they give the blue prints and photos to some American computer wizz kid/twat who in between reading his copy of Nutcase with an assualt rifle monthly, knocks out some CGI Spitfire flown by another american ,who manages to win the Battle of Britain single handed. Bollocks. Modern films,by which I mean anything not done by Tarentino, are a waste of time.
Rant over.
Rant over.
Bad day,working bloody harder as I get older,how does that happen? Everyone I know who grew up with me seems to be leading a nice cushy life,nice house,car,several holdays a year,not having to work too hard,but me? oh no, not the easy life for me,always been a sucker for a bit of hard graft,in fact,when I was 16 I was described by a guy much older as a real grafter,certainly lived up to that, still pissed off with my failure to secure a pay rise, and in my next blog I will have found the secret to leading a lazy successful life.
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