I, Reginald Pither, would hereby like to formally apologise for the part I played in operating the triangle of death which was the slave trade of the 18th and 19th Centuries...........
.........While I'm on, I would also like to put on record my deep regret at having colonised North America from the 17th Century onwards and then wiping out the native Indian population.
I am also extremely sorry for my abject imperialism over the last 500 years which saw me take over a third of the world and subjugate the people of countries such as India, Australia, Canada, Singapore and other Far Eastern outposts, bits of Africa, the Falkland Islands and various shitholes in the middle of the Pacific.
I am dead sorry for having been the first person in the world to operate concentration camps (Boer War, 19th Century) and I am also really red-faced about having killed loads of French chaps at Agincourt in 1415.
I am mega dischuffed about having massacred the Scots at Culloden in 1746 and then systematically purging the world of the Highland tribes and I can't begin to tell you how fucking pissed off I am about the whole Trafalgar business in 1805.
Christ, am I ever fucking soz about that Battle of Waterloo caper ten years later and what a twat I was over the whole Irish thingy?
Sinking the Spanish armada in 1588 was, let me tell you now, one of the wankiest days of my entire life and I should have my eyes gouged out with red hot pokers for being such a bastard to the Welsh since I don't know when.
I wouldn't begrudge anyone hacking off my testicles with a rusty razor blade and then packing the gaping, weeping, bloody wound with salt for the fucking Crusades of the Middle Ages and don't even get me started on how much of a wank-faced tosser I was for burning witches at around the same time.
God, what a cunt I am! I deserve to have all my skin peeled off and then be dunked in a vat of boiling hot dog shit!!
I'm sorry.
Do you hear me? I'm sorry.
I'M SO UNBELIEVABLY, GROVELLINGLY FUCKING SORRY, ALL RIGHT?.........................Can we move on now?
P.S. Further to the matter of meaningless apologies, I shall be writing to: The Italians about throwing Christians to the lions, the Danish about a few incidents of pillage and maiden-raping, the Germans about two European domestic disputes, the French about just being fucking French, the Welsh about Max Boyce, the people of the South East about Timmy Mallet, the people of my town about clogging the roads at rush-hour, my next door neighbour about his pigeons shitting on my roof.......oh, yes, and various African leaders about the part played by them in selling off their countrymen to the white slavers and getting rich on the proceeds.
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Sunday, 25 March 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!!
6 comments:
Well, frankly, no we cannot move on Reginald, until you trace your family tree back to the 11th century and find out which side(s) they fought on at the Battles of Stamford Bridge and Hastings. You are either an unwelcome Norman invader, an uncouth Scandinavian bully or and unsophisticated Anglo/Saxon/Jute/Celt/Pict/Roman throwback with no sense of self worth. My god! What a fucking mess you have made of these islands.
Now get to it.
Shit! Forgot about those. Yeah, and I'm dead soz about being any one/of of them Johnnies as well. Dead fucking soz! SO INDESCRIBABLY, SPHINCTER-TIGHTENINGLY SORRY!!!!
I think you should say sorry about the mammoths.
Oh, bloody, Hoh! Might have known Dozza would kick in with something I had forgotten. Yes, ok, and the bloody mammoths as well!
Dozmeister, I bet no-one loves you (well, except.....).
Now, do you remember posting the above reply to my comment or where you in the throes of alcoholic mayhem by then? ;)
Oh..........my.............God!!! Sorry, Doris. If you've any idea what it means then pop yourself on a postcard and let me know. I sure as Hell don't know what it means and, no, I have absolutely no recollection of posting it. Yours, in the doghouse again.......
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