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Wednesday 20 December 2006

Things You See When You Haven't Got a Gun.




Pither News International has closed down for Christmas (or rather all PNI's customers have!) and so I have a week off. One day into the hols and I am already scouring Yellow Pages for the services of a hitman!
Who really should be rubbed out? Well, while re-laying some tiles in the kitchen (life on the edge, no net!) I had the TV on as background noise. Then it came on - The Jeremy Kyle Show. Aaarrrrggghhhh!!!!!! To quote Indiana Wants Me by R. Dean Taylor, "If ever a man needed dying, he did."
This type of four-beddings-and-a-fight-for-all show, featuring shellsuited chavs and other assorted pondlife, is lower than Douglas Bader's bollocks. I thought we'd got rid it when that British pioneer of programming pus, Trisha, disappeared up her own voluminous arse and was fucked off. No! It's back, this time in the shape of cockhead Kyle, an opinionated, no-mark, thick, self-obsessed, tosser!(allegedly).
All the same Trisha ingredients are there - trailer trash teenagers, dredged up from the nation's worst sink estates, spewing out their sordid, chav life stories, an audience which just a few hours earlier had been a drunken, vomit-covered queue in a kebab shop and a range of topics for discussion which are only of interest to unicellular pond dwellers. You know the ones? "My granny takes it up the wrong 'un", "You're sister is also your mother", "I slept with Hull Kingston Rovers" and "I may have plastic tits but I still want to be Archbishop of Canterbury". Double aaaarrrrggghhhh!!!!
I managed to switch the box off quickly enough to prevent any permanent damage to my already inadequate brain but I know this porn is still out there and being lapped up by millions. What hope is there for the future? Bleeding little! You can see the regular viewers of this shit all around you. Like the Wayenetta-type out shopping for a Crucifix who was shown a simple, plain cross and was then heard asking the assistant "Ay ya got one with a little man on it?"
Give me strength. Snakes belly, chav TV - get it Granthamed!

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Pithers
This outrageous, I am not a self obsessed (looks in mirror, smiles, looks good) tosser. As for the tossing one little incident on the common, and to be honest she was very common.

Why don't you go pick on some MP cheeky girl. I also understand Benny Hill was a massive tosser and I don't see you dissing him


Much respec Jezzie Kyle

Barry Lawrence said...

Just leave the God Ben out of this - you could 'ear the 'off beats pounds as they raced across the ground.........

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".