This is getting beyond a joke now. Yet another friggn’ dance show is starting… ‘Dancing on Wheels’ supposedly gives wheelchair users the chance to show off their ballroom prowess. Only they’re not actually dancing, are they? Because they can’t. More like they’re wheeling around the floor whilst some fit, scantily-clad tart cavorts around them. Now I know you can’t stop …
This week Jack got twatted by a Tazer, strapped to a chair and repeatedly punched in the face. Just fifteen minutes later, he was driving a car, coherent, without a sign of blood or any apparent bruising. Meanwhile, another ex FBI agent, who’s still experiencing major trauma from her last undercover job six years ago is also roped in to …
Inspired by the grumpiness of Mick Moonshine in my previous post, I’ve decided to create my own Shit List. How’s this for starters… That black guy on the tele who says “Red Tomaaaatoooes”. Change the fuckin’ record! Folks who look inside their sandwich before taking a bite. Ain’t that why food hygiene standards were thought up? Pseudo-intellectuals who make ” …
Woohoo! The waiting is over. Jack’s back and 24 has exploded back on to our television screens. I say exploded – It was more of a phhhhhht! really. A bit like a wet trouser cough. Only more violent. Anyway, within the first ten minutes there was a firefight in the middle of L.A. involving three blokes using automatic weapons. Street …
Haven’t done one of these lately, but I’ve just been reminded of a cracker: Blue-sky thinking.
A dying art, I think. Look, for example, at this terrific bit of parking. On a corner so that drivers can’t see what’s coming the other way and taking up the full width of the pavement so that pedestrians have to step into the road to get round. Stunning! Appropriate choice of personalised number plate though.
Why is it, when the tossers that make up those circular email ‘jokes’ that we all get almost daily, that they think it’s alright to compose them in a friggin’ 70 point font or similar? On top of that, they colour them bright blue or, worse still, red. Even worse still, they make them red AND bold as well. Then, …
Chewing gum. What a foul-arsed habit that is! Look around your town. It’s on the pavements everywhere. What makes the inconsiderate fuckwits who use this stuff think it’s OK to gob it out onto the pavement and leave it where it lands? Never heard of dustbins, shit-for-brains? The photo here was taken on a side street in my town. Not …
Well, the awards season has come round again. That time of the year when all the over paid, over privileged, kissy-faced, ego bloated tossers that make up the film industry give themselves a pat on the back. Last night it was the Golden Globes. Now I don’t watch award ceremonies because what really hacks me off is the way all …
I picked up a copy of the music review/gig guide newsletter ‘Moonshine’ in Nottingham yesterday. It’s published by a guy who’s a classic rock DJ/radio DJ/publisher/promoter and goes by the name of Mick Moonshine. At the back of the magazine he runs a column called ‘Sacko’s Shit List’. I am assuming that it’s a list of pet hates that readers …
