Did you see the pictures of Iris Robinson on the news over the weekend with that ‘guilty-as-fuck’ sickly grin on her fizzog? You know, one of those looks that’s just crying out for a good thwacking from a lump of four-be-two?
Oooooo. Couldn’t you just?
Have you noticed how, when people are describing something as ‘free’, they prefix it with the word ‘absolutely’. Of course it’s ‘absolutely’ free. What other ‘free’ is there? Partly free? Semi- free? Free with some strings attached that you won’t notice unless you can be arsed to read the small print? I suspect so.
Let’s have free described as free and stop trying to tart it up! Absolutley is rapidly becoming my No.1 pet hate word (see my previous post).
All the Christmas paraphernalia came down today. Bloody pleased to see the back of it and all.
SWMBO’s decorations consisted of shiny, twee girly stuff that has no function whatsoever and the the bits that did, for example, Santa-shaped candles, were not allowed to be lit “because they are ornaments”. WTF?
So, down they come and now there’s bits of tinsel all over the place and dust clouds of glitter in the air so thick that I think we’ll have to wear protective masks for the next decade at least. We also placed so many cards in the recycle bin that they must have taken a forest the size of Clumber Park to produce.
My ‘decorations’, on the other hand, consisted of one firkin of beer. Neatly rolled into the conservatory, allowed to settle, consumed and rolled back out again. No fuss, no mess.
As Vic would say: “I don’t belieeeve it!” After being solidly bombarded for months by Strictly Come Dancing, what have the BBC decided to replace the programme with? – another friggin’ dance show!! What makes the BBC think that everyone gives a monkey’s chunker about dancing? Do the programmers need some fresh ideas? Well here’s some for free:
How about ‘Be a more considerate driver’ or ‘Become a perfect neighbour’ or ‘Take responsibility for your fucking kid’s behaviour’. Get my drift?.
Come on Beeb, let’s have some fresh ideas before we become a nation of mincers.
Bollocks.
It was nice to see that the Facebook campaign to get Rage Against the Machine to the Christmas No.1 slot against the pap X-Factor song was a success. OK, I admit that I don’t know who won, nor the name of the song, but it just has to be shite!
However, whilst I admire the anti-establishment stance behind the campaign I didn’t subscribe to it myself, as surely you’re doing exactly the same as Simon Cowell’s publicity machine, i.e. telling people what to listen to? By supporting the campaign and downloading the RATM track, you have all become conforming non-conformists. And I ain’t having any of it.
As in the the words of the song – “Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me – MOTHERFUCKER!!”
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