The Sublime and The Slime.
Apologies for the lack of posts but I've been most upset about wee Belle's untimely demise. Thank-you to everyone for your kind comments and e-mails. I've also been very busy re-drafting an article I've written for a mysterious and as yet unpublished magazine.
I watched the documentary about Mark Chapman on Channel Four. I love Mark Chapman, his thought processes are very similar to my own and he killed that awful idiot John Lennon. Wasn't John Lennon a cunt? A bully, a cripple baiter, an anti-semite and a queer basher. Why in the name of God is he regarded as some sort of secular saint? The world can never repay the enormous debt of gratitude it owes Mr Chapman for ridding it of that loathsome, mean spirited individual. Imagine no possessions! Ha! Imagine an entire floor of slaughtered animals made into fur coats to adorn the charmless Yoko, imagine two privately educated children, imagine limos, imagine all the drugs in the world, imagine calling the man who got you all those things a 'queer jew'. Imagine all this and know that the world is a better place without St Lennon.
On an entirely different subject, a few days ago I asked where all the good porn was. I think I might have the answer, the devastatingly sexy Mr Mike Tyson is pondering a career in adult movies. I virtually came writing that. I love Mike Tyson and his blend of ferocious physical strength and emotional vulnerability. A bullied child who became the heavyweight champion of the world and a lifelong pigeon fancier. He's like a dream. Mr Tyson is very lucky I lack the stalker gene. Mike Tyson, my God, those thighs.