Perceptive readers may have gathered that Thatcher and Grantham together make up an underlying theme of this blog. Those gifted with acute powers of perception may just have worked out that there is another theme - "the world has gone mad!"
On that latter theme, I have to report that I today had a Tory newsletter shoved through my letterbox. Yes, I know. The Pither security system failed! I was out at the time and so could not personally garrot the placenta which had dared to venture up to my front door (can you garrot a placenta?). The "blue rinse" sensor had obviously failed, as had the "horse-faced-git" detector, and the batteries were obviously spent on the "mummy says poor people are horrid"-activated closed-circuit-televison-and-death-laser system. All I can do is apologise. Suffice to say, I shall be having a word with the manager of Zap-a-Nazi who installed my anti-Conservative security.
Anyway, thinking the flyer through the door was YET ANOTHER FUCKING MENU FROM A FUCKING PIZZA PARLOUR, I decided to have a glance at it. I soon realised what it was and the chuckles began. The name of the publication was "In Touch". In touch!!! This, from the fucking Tory Party!!!!
It got better. The lead story was about the National Health Service and was headlined "Campaign Against NHS Cuts". Yes, you read it right! The Tories are allegedly campaigning against NHS cuts!!!! I thought, at first, that it must have been a misprint and should have read "Campaign Against NHS Sluts/Muts/Butts"!! No, it was correct. Things have got to the stage in this whacko country where the sons and daughters of the Bitch Thatcher are trying to oppose cuts to our beloved National Health Service which are being proposed/imposed by our, laughingly entitled, Labour government!!! Never forget, despite her screeched lie that "the National Health Service is safe in our hands", she wanted to fuck it off and only let the rich survive. Now, these wankers are fighting the obscene annihilation of the NHS being ushered in through the back door by a supposed Labour government!!!! Aaaaaarrrrggghhhhhh!!!!
This snippet dropped through the door on a day when it was trumpeted on the news that Blair and his wank-shit-bollock-twats were proposing to charge for some NHS operations! There is only ONE operation I think the people in this country should be compelled to pay for - that is a full-frontal labotomy and the castration of Tory Tone!!!
I have said it before but I will say it again - what the fuck is going on?
What next? Cancer for life? Thrush against yoghurt? Hitler against being naughty?
As Rooster Cogburn so succinctly put it, "I can'st take no more!" The Tories are going to Hell so they can't go to Grantham - but New Fucking Bloody Labour can!!!
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Monday, 29 January 2007
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WEDNESDAY, 21 NOVEMBER 2007
SHORTS DON'T MATTER! 1.
From the greatest programme ever made about association football, Barnstoneworth United FC manager Mr Dainty delivers one of the finest English soliloqiues of all time.......and afterwards, spare a thought for the club steward's wife Vera (YOU ONLY HAVE TO WATCH HALF OF THE CLIP!!).
Monday, 12 November 2007
Not everyone who agonises over their life is a painter. Some of us agonise because we're NOT painters.
....And On the Subject of Great Public Services
I know most of you have heard this marvellous song by those doctors who are the Amateur Transplants......but I think the video is a nice addition. P.S. If there are kids in the room I'd shuffle them out before hitting play.
...There's More
On the subject of those great doctors, here is their version of More Than Words which presents their challenging views on women outside Watford. The very-soon-to-be ex-Mrs Pither, coming from Cumbria, is a huge fan. Again, get those kids out of the room!
Leave Britney Alone, Ok!!!
Oh...........my............God!!!!!
My heartfelt thanks go to BGT for this. I won't say much more, I don't need to. Mr Loony of Loonytown, USA (I think it's a bloke, anyway), says it all. I fear he may be wound too tight for.....well.....well for everywhere, really!
Tuesday, 18 September 2007.
I wish I'd sung this!
For non-Americans, and with apologies to all the smart arses out there who already knew, the FCC is the Federal Communications Commission and it monitors TV and radio output in the States - a sort of broadcast police - while the EPA is the Yanks' so-called Environmental Protection Agency, a body which does exactly the opposite of what it says on the can.
(P.S. We went to the same school, you know? Eric and me, that is, not George, Martha, Dick and Condoleeza and me. I don't think they went to school.)
P.P.S. Please see below if you are I Like The View, Malc or Doris.
To Make You Laugh and Cry
I was listening to this on a Sunday, the very-soon-to-be ex-Mrs Pither is a Catholic, Tom Lehrer is one of my all-time heroes and this is one of his best.............no other reasons.
On a more sombre note (and with thanks to Fish for coming up with this Woman's-Own-passes-the-time-in-the-dentist's-waiting-room nonsense), why not get a computer to tell you that you are a waste of space and your life is a sham of a mockery of a farce? Ok, it's from one of those poxy dating sites but...go on, take the test. You ain't got much to beat!!
Apparently, in my case, "computer say 'no!'"
This Is My Life, Rated | |
Life: | 4.2 |
Mind: | 4.1 |
Body: | 2.7 |
Spirit: | 8 |
Friends/Family: | 1.6 |
Love: | 0 |
Finance: | 5.9 |
Take the Rate My Life Quiz |
I First Saw This When I Was Little - And Loved It! I Hope That Explains a Few Things
Fuck, Fuckety, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck
It has been pointed out to me that, particularly for one whose profession is supposedly literary, my language is getting worse. My use of the "F" word is, I am told, far too prevalent and hence loses impact.
To those who share this view I suggest you watch the following:
Tony Blair Isn't a Burglar - But If He Was.........
In the spirit of Gustav Holst's Jupiter and Manfred Mann's Earth Band, I feel like raising a smile today.
The Big Green Thing alerted me to this and, for no other reason than to raise a smile on an otherwise crap Wednesday, I think it has to be shared.
Grantham shall not have him - when he gets out of prison.
Life On The Edge - No Net.
I was wrong when I feared it might be a dull weekend, what with my pals being away, my soon-to-be ex-wife in rehab and only the dogs to play with. How wrong can a man be? This much fun must surely be illegal?
Just click to see the japes and hoots I am having!
Click again to see how things got REALLy exciting!
Tomorrow we're going to chase pigeons.
The Good Old U.S. of A. - Guardians of Freedom and Democracy. Nothing to Be Scared of, Then?
Be honest........
Who fucking cares!!
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