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Saturday 2 December 2006

The Road to Grantham Piers! (I'll Even Drive You There).


"Piers Morgan - Why?" That should be an A-Level question for the country's millions of soon-to-be A*-graded sixth-formers, along with those other toughies they have to face such as "spell your name in block capitals".
I have just read a feature written by the former Mirror editor. Ok, I'll get my confession out of the way first. The article was in the Daily Mail. I know, I know, but it was the only thing to read in the greasy spoon where I was wolfing down a cholesterol special. I satisfied my conscience by knowing I had not paid for the Nazi rag and that I shall, at a later date, scrub my eyeballs and cut off my hands to remove all trace of it. Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes, Piers Morgan's stunning article. It was all about his in-depth knowledge of youthful, popular music combo Take That and its rise, fall and rise again (it is apparently topping the gramophone charts, minus original member Robert Williams).
The banner headline was words to the effect of "Why Robbie Hates Me (and Why the Feeling's Mutual)" - despite saying specifically in the piece that he did NOT hate "Robbie". Morgan claimed to have made Take That famous by plugging the band in his then showbusiness column in The Sun. He then droned on and on about how Robbie Williams is basically a shit and the other members are angels. Now, don't get me wrong, I know little or nothing about Mr Williams and the other coves. They matter to me about as much as a badger's fart in the woods. I'm sure they're good to their mothers (by not going home), wash behind their ears and just want world peace. It's Morgan who makes me want to upchuck in my shorts!
This tit is former editor of the supposedly pro-Labour Mirror and he writes for an ultra-right-wing toilet tabloid. Under his editorship, the Mirror constantly sniped at and looked down its nose at The Sun (pots and kettles?) and yet that was where he used to work and where he got his name known. He was sacked from the Mirror for abject fuckwittedness and yet still has the nerve to tout himself around like a media whore.
He describes a Robbie Williams autobiography in the article as "unrelenting narcissism" - that's kinda what autobiographies are, isn't it? Besides, for Morgan to accuse anyone of narcissism is a bit rich. This git is totally obsessed with himself and insists that we all have to hear his views on anything and everything. How many times does he appear on telly spouting off about one thing or another? Who cares what he fucking thinks, if he even does?
Oh, the point of his bloody feature? Yes, the books he wrote about Take That in the early days are being reissued so he wants to plug them. Is there anything this bloke won't do? In short, no! I talk as one who knows - I bought his granny.
His morals are, to say the least, somewhat questionable, his ego is sickeningly gigantic, he has no grasp of irony and he has a poncey name. Urgh!
It's time for The End of The Piers Show, I think. The sooner he heads off, the better.

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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!!
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
Apparently, in my case, "computer say 'no!'"

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........

IT'S THE QUIZ OF THE WEEK! JUST SCROLL DOWN AND HIT "FULL QUIZ".