Monthly Archives: March 2009
The answer is…
Doorstopped MP gets irate with Evening Standard reporters asking about her allowances and retorts: “I totally resent you coming to my private home. Have some respect. How dare you.” To which the only response must surely be: “Because we fucking … Continue reading
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Coke, is it?
“We’re rock stars who do Pepsi Cola commercials.” “Gnorr. Suck Satan’s cock. Put that big scaly pecker down your gullet. Drink that black worm jizzum. Drink it! Fill your little bellies.” And, whatever you do, don’t worry your daft little … Continue reading
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Ramping up the hate a notch
You hate old friends; they remind you of where you have come from. New friends don’t possess the background knowledge to justify and excuse you for the way you have behaved, so with them there is no need to bear … Continue reading
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Last one to Cable Street
Uncharacteristically, snow fell in London last October, for the first time since 1934. It wasn’t the only harbinger of a return to Depression-era doom and gloom as the credit crunch™ began to bite. The Observer ran an article claiming that … Continue reading
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Bastards
You can look back to the thirties and forties and think how much easier it was then, when the bad guys wore the hooked cross so lusted over by the toffs and the good guys were the ones who were … Continue reading
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Everywhere you look
Everywhere you look, on all fronts, the cunts appear to be winning. We, the right thinking people of this land, are being out manoeuvred and out gunned at every turn. It used to be the case that you could rely … Continue reading
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