Hello,
As I've mentioned once or twice before embittered, old drunk Tanya Gold rips my knitting something awful. However this time she has managed to completely astonish me with her outburst of psychotic snobbery at beauty contests of all things.
I must confess I can't really get terribly worked up about them, I don't think they tell us much about women generally or even women who enter beauty contests. I just wish the contestants were a bit more honest and instead of wittering on about world peace would just fess up that they want to win so they can fuck the entire premier league. In fact anyone who gave an answer like that should win no matter what they look like.
Anyway I can only imagine Tanya has been reading the works of the Marquis de Sade and possibly Nuts. How else do you explain her desire to 'to strip them of their degrees - and their over-moisturised heads - and use them as battering rams. Or tampons. (I hereby patent the idea of using beauty queens with degrees as tampons'? That was after she described the contests themselves as 'slagfests'. Good Lord! I thought it was the dreaded 'male gaze' we were all meant to flee in terror from but the 'Gold gaze' is only slightly less sinister than waking up to find Peter Sutcliffe peering in your window.
Worst of all for me was her sneering at the contestants poor spelling -a consequence of the poor education they received which she utterly fails to realise means that entering beauty contests is one of the few means they have of making anything resembling decent money. Sorry I just find something rather distasteful about a spoiled, stuck up, whiny, self pitying little fuck pig sneering at disadvantaged folk making the best of a bad lot. Perhaps that's what really gets her goat. If the women she wants to behead had been born with her advantages and opportunities they'd be doing ten times better in life than her whereas if she's been born where they were she wouldn't even have beauty contests as an escape route. The more usual feminist view of women in beauty contests as victims is not one I share but it is, all things considered preferable to behead the slags.
I wouldn't mind but she's the first to whine if you 'speak viciously' about one of her cronies at The Guardian. Rude as I am about Bindel I have never wanted to shove her up my fanny. Not even once for a laugh. Still I wouldn't like to be in Tanya's shoes when Stephanie Crabtree finds out what she's been saying.
Cheerio
3/30/2009
3/25/2009
One Shouldn't Cackle But.....
'Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin to slit throats. ' -H.L. Mencken.
Hello,
It would of course be terrible if mobs just went around smashing up the property of folk they didn't like but you'd need a heart of stone not to cackle at this morning's events at 10 South Oswald Road. I am of course referring to 'Sir' Fred's spot of bother with the good folk of 'Bank Bosses Are Criminals'.
I must declare an interest in that I have loathed Fred Goodwin since my days as an employee of RBS, there was of course my natural suspicion of anyone in authority but the main factor in my hatred of the unspeakable little creep was his habit of rolling up at offices and searching frantically for some reason to bully and humiliate a junior, usually female member of staff. Crimes that used to get his goat were shockers like hanging one's jacket on the back of a chair and having too many files on one's desk. Yes I must confess that irritated me no end, that and the fact he became visibly shaken and completely speechless on the rare occasions he picked the wrong target and got his answer.
That some poor bastard felt compelled to write him a note of apology after accidentally falling off a ladder and breaking one of his model aeroplanes tells you all you need to know about the repellent, inadequate, bullying little creep. You will also note the incredible spending and waste that went on indulging Freddie boy and other incompetents on the board. And to think I always felt slightly guilty at robbing the stationary cupboard on my last day - had I known that sort of caper was the norm I'd have helped myself to some furniture as well and possibly a computer or six.
For the love of God all we had in the way of catering was a bloody machine full of crisps and chocolate -not bit of fruit in sight, let alone fruit flown in daily from Paris. However I ask all of you to pay special attention to the 'rogue biscuits' allegation within the report and send Fred a packet of pink wafers at 10 South Oswald Rd, Edinburgh, Eh9 2HH. I will leave it up to you whether or not you enclose a photo of a jacket draped over the back of an office chair. If enough of us join in pink wafers could kick start the economy!
Of course the moral implications of this are being debated after a fashion over at The Guardian.
There is a part of me that loves mobs, head on poles and all the fun of the riot and then there is the dull socialised bit that keeps me civilised so I'm naturally a little torn between the two positions.
There are several objections to this morning's attack on which I'd like to chip in my tuppence worth. Several commentators have correctly pointed out that Sir Fred is but one individual and plenty of others including the government should shoulder some of the blame for the current mess. I am in complete agreement but as I see it we pick them off one by one. It would be a terrible waste of righteous anger if Freddy was the only one taking pelters.
It has also been pointed out that violence isn't the best way to change things which is indeed a fair point. Though of course no actual violence has been used or threatened as far as I'm aware. What has occurred is an act of vandalism similar to what goes on in schemes the length and breadth of Scotland -the chief difference being that the scheme dwelling victims don't deserve it and the police couldn't care less. It is also worth pointing out that Goodwin could end this any time he liked by handing back his pension. As he has not done so I think it fair to assume he thinks a few smashed windows and a life lived looking over one's shoulder is a fair exchange for the money.
Other's have pointed out that the government are delighted that everyone is calling for Fred's head on a plate as it distracts from the failure of their regulatory systems. Another fair point but they're on the way out, though I'd be supportive of anyone smashing their windows to see them on their way if I didn't think we'd end up paying for it.
Whilst I'm saddened to see a handsome old house damaged I am delighted to see Fred confronted with how the nation feels about him. So let's not waste this opportunity to rub it in send him a packet of pink wafers, sign the petition to have him stripped of his knighthood and then get creative- now we know he's not at his house in Edinburgh why don't we 'repossess' it for the nation? Anything short of injuring the fucker physically. I honestly believe if we all and I mean, all of us make the effort we could bring on a severe nervous breakdown. It won't solve anything but it'll be a good laugh and at least we know he'll have paid for his greed at our expense.
Cheerio
Hello,
It would of course be terrible if mobs just went around smashing up the property of folk they didn't like but you'd need a heart of stone not to cackle at this morning's events at 10 South Oswald Road. I am of course referring to 'Sir' Fred's spot of bother with the good folk of 'Bank Bosses Are Criminals'.
I must declare an interest in that I have loathed Fred Goodwin since my days as an employee of RBS, there was of course my natural suspicion of anyone in authority but the main factor in my hatred of the unspeakable little creep was his habit of rolling up at offices and searching frantically for some reason to bully and humiliate a junior, usually female member of staff. Crimes that used to get his goat were shockers like hanging one's jacket on the back of a chair and having too many files on one's desk. Yes I must confess that irritated me no end, that and the fact he became visibly shaken and completely speechless on the rare occasions he picked the wrong target and got his answer.
That some poor bastard felt compelled to write him a note of apology after accidentally falling off a ladder and breaking one of his model aeroplanes tells you all you need to know about the repellent, inadequate, bullying little creep. You will also note the incredible spending and waste that went on indulging Freddie boy and other incompetents on the board. And to think I always felt slightly guilty at robbing the stationary cupboard on my last day - had I known that sort of caper was the norm I'd have helped myself to some furniture as well and possibly a computer or six.
For the love of God all we had in the way of catering was a bloody machine full of crisps and chocolate -not bit of fruit in sight, let alone fruit flown in daily from Paris. However I ask all of you to pay special attention to the 'rogue biscuits' allegation within the report and send Fred a packet of pink wafers at 10 South Oswald Rd, Edinburgh, Eh9 2HH. I will leave it up to you whether or not you enclose a photo of a jacket draped over the back of an office chair. If enough of us join in pink wafers could kick start the economy!
Of course the moral implications of this are being debated after a fashion over at The Guardian.
There is a part of me that loves mobs, head on poles and all the fun of the riot and then there is the dull socialised bit that keeps me civilised so I'm naturally a little torn between the two positions.
There are several objections to this morning's attack on which I'd like to chip in my tuppence worth. Several commentators have correctly pointed out that Sir Fred is but one individual and plenty of others including the government should shoulder some of the blame for the current mess. I am in complete agreement but as I see it we pick them off one by one. It would be a terrible waste of righteous anger if Freddy was the only one taking pelters.
It has also been pointed out that violence isn't the best way to change things which is indeed a fair point. Though of course no actual violence has been used or threatened as far as I'm aware. What has occurred is an act of vandalism similar to what goes on in schemes the length and breadth of Scotland -the chief difference being that the scheme dwelling victims don't deserve it and the police couldn't care less. It is also worth pointing out that Goodwin could end this any time he liked by handing back his pension. As he has not done so I think it fair to assume he thinks a few smashed windows and a life lived looking over one's shoulder is a fair exchange for the money.
Other's have pointed out that the government are delighted that everyone is calling for Fred's head on a plate as it distracts from the failure of their regulatory systems. Another fair point but they're on the way out, though I'd be supportive of anyone smashing their windows to see them on their way if I didn't think we'd end up paying for it.
Whilst I'm saddened to see a handsome old house damaged I am delighted to see Fred confronted with how the nation feels about him. So let's not waste this opportunity to rub it in send him a packet of pink wafers, sign the petition to have him stripped of his knighthood and then get creative- now we know he's not at his house in Edinburgh why don't we 'repossess' it for the nation? Anything short of injuring the fucker physically. I honestly believe if we all and I mean, all of us make the effort we could bring on a severe nervous breakdown. It won't solve anything but it'll be a good laugh and at least we know he'll have paid for his greed at our expense.
Cheerio
3/19/2009
Clairwils Den!
Hello,
Tonight I have been lending money to the 3rd World- interest free I hasten to add before Bono starts shouting at me.
Having cast my beady eye over a host of hopefuls I have invested in a woman who sells rum in Peru and another in the fashion business from Togo (both pictured above) and said I'm out to everyone else. I'm not a total monster I do hope it helps the folk concerned out but there is something rather enjoyable about playing dragons and interrogating the loan applicants in one's head.
It's cracking good fun and a bit like bingo in that there's no guarantee you'll see a penny of your cash again. Still it is nice to see a bit of sanity in the world of business. Perhaps Kiva should expand their programme and let little businesses the world over bypass the bloody banks.
Toodles
3/18/2009
Bring Me The Head of Denis MacShane!
Hello,
Now that Terry Kelly has become too boring to worth mocking, I've been looking for a new scratching post and I'm pleased to announce that Denis MacShane is today's target. In all honestly I hate the lot of them but it does no harm to pick one and make an example of them.
Beside this Guardian column is just too awful not to mention and does in many ways typify what's wrong with the whole arrogant shower. Denis is writing in response to ten proposals put forward by Guardian writers as ideas for a new Labour manifesto.
One writer proposes that Labour reform the electoral system by introducing proportional representation. Denis is against it on the basis that the BNP would get thirty MP's elected which is of course a very bad thing. Whilst I can't say I'd be jumping for joy, people are entitled to vote for anyone on the ballot paper and if they do so in sufficient numbers be represented accordingly. In other words Denis takes the view that PR would be fine and dandy if it was likely to result in Labour gaining 30 extra seats. Denis further attempts to put us off by declaring it would herald the end of the Labour party. Who cares? If the Labour party was a thing worth having surely it would not be relying on the electoral system to keep the BNP out but would seek to do so by tacking the problems that lead their supporters to leave them for the BNP and making the case against BNP policies. Why he didn't simply explain that he's only in favour of democracy if it produces a result he likes and have done with it is beyond me.
He is also casually scornful of the 'old-trot' proposal that politicians should be paid the average national wage because the Tory front bench only use the wage as small change due to their vast wealth earned elsewhere. Quite why MP's need to be paid more because some of them don't really need the money is not explained. Presumably he means that Labour MP's all being working class types (no laughing at the back) can't afford to enter parliament for less than £60,000 p/a + vast pension + expenses. That being the case I take he'd be supportive of us all walking out our jobs tomorrow and refusing to return until we got the same. After all if only people with private wealth can afford to live on less then I'd suggest the minimum wage want's looking at as a matter of urgency to lift us all out of this terrible poverty.
Personally I'd go further than the national average wage I'd pay the buggers the average constituency wage as an incentive for them to do everything in their power to raise living standards in their constituency. If it's good enough for their constituents, then there's no reason at all why they can't manage on it. I'd go further -no funding for 2nd homes! We should build them a very basic no frills halls of residence to live in whilst they're at Westminster and if they're too grand for that then they can fund their own sodding accommodation. As for the rest of their expenses the folk at the DWP who administer the social fund would be the ideal candidates (except for Tom at Atlas Rd who is a gentleman).
Moving on Denis would also like to end trial by jury for people accused of rape because we aren't locking up enough rapists. He describes our rape conviction statistics as a global disgrace. To be fair they are shocking and tempting though measures like this may be to lock up more rapists, it's the thin end of the wedge -anyone who honestly believes the loss of the right to trial by jury would end at rape cases is deluded. As for our statistics being a global disgrace is he quite sure? Stories like this , this and this suggest attitudes to rape in other parts of the world might be a teensy bit more alarming than in blighty. Nevertheless in Mac Shane world the Saudis tut tut at our low conviction rate. He might also wish to reflect on the damage his government and their 'targets' have done to investigations of rape allegations.
Everyone who elected this monstrous halfwit should be ashamed of themselves.
Cheerio
Now that Terry Kelly has become too boring to worth mocking, I've been looking for a new scratching post and I'm pleased to announce that Denis MacShane is today's target. In all honestly I hate the lot of them but it does no harm to pick one and make an example of them.
Beside this Guardian column is just too awful not to mention and does in many ways typify what's wrong with the whole arrogant shower. Denis is writing in response to ten proposals put forward by Guardian writers as ideas for a new Labour manifesto.
One writer proposes that Labour reform the electoral system by introducing proportional representation. Denis is against it on the basis that the BNP would get thirty MP's elected which is of course a very bad thing. Whilst I can't say I'd be jumping for joy, people are entitled to vote for anyone on the ballot paper and if they do so in sufficient numbers be represented accordingly. In other words Denis takes the view that PR would be fine and dandy if it was likely to result in Labour gaining 30 extra seats. Denis further attempts to put us off by declaring it would herald the end of the Labour party. Who cares? If the Labour party was a thing worth having surely it would not be relying on the electoral system to keep the BNP out but would seek to do so by tacking the problems that lead their supporters to leave them for the BNP and making the case against BNP policies. Why he didn't simply explain that he's only in favour of democracy if it produces a result he likes and have done with it is beyond me.
He is also casually scornful of the 'old-trot' proposal that politicians should be paid the average national wage because the Tory front bench only use the wage as small change due to their vast wealth earned elsewhere. Quite why MP's need to be paid more because some of them don't really need the money is not explained. Presumably he means that Labour MP's all being working class types (no laughing at the back) can't afford to enter parliament for less than £60,000 p/a + vast pension + expenses. That being the case I take he'd be supportive of us all walking out our jobs tomorrow and refusing to return until we got the same. After all if only people with private wealth can afford to live on less then I'd suggest the minimum wage want's looking at as a matter of urgency to lift us all out of this terrible poverty.
Personally I'd go further than the national average wage I'd pay the buggers the average constituency wage as an incentive for them to do everything in their power to raise living standards in their constituency. If it's good enough for their constituents, then there's no reason at all why they can't manage on it. I'd go further -no funding for 2nd homes! We should build them a very basic no frills halls of residence to live in whilst they're at Westminster and if they're too grand for that then they can fund their own sodding accommodation. As for the rest of their expenses the folk at the DWP who administer the social fund would be the ideal candidates (except for Tom at Atlas Rd who is a gentleman).
Moving on Denis would also like to end trial by jury for people accused of rape because we aren't locking up enough rapists. He describes our rape conviction statistics as a global disgrace. To be fair they are shocking and tempting though measures like this may be to lock up more rapists, it's the thin end of the wedge -anyone who honestly believes the loss of the right to trial by jury would end at rape cases is deluded. As for our statistics being a global disgrace is he quite sure? Stories like this , this and this suggest attitudes to rape in other parts of the world might be a teensy bit more alarming than in blighty. Nevertheless in Mac Shane world the Saudis tut tut at our low conviction rate. He might also wish to reflect on the damage his government and their 'targets' have done to investigations of rape allegations.
Everyone who elected this monstrous halfwit should be ashamed of themselves.
Cheerio
3/16/2009
Oh My Sainted Aunt!
Hello,
I seem to recall not so long ago writing a post mocking hysteria over the reccession, merrily chuckling that it would all sort itself out. Clearly that was bollocks. I knew things were bad from the amount of newly unemployed people turning up in my work including folk from senior management to the office cleaner. However the moment I grasped that the folk in charge really didn't have a clue what they were doing was when having buggered about with interest rates to no avail they started printing money.
Anyway naturally folk viewing this crisis ask the question what should be done? I'm fucked if I know but I'm going to go out on a limb and suggest the folk at Birkbeck College have not stumbled on the answer. Their somewhat surprising suggestion being communism! Well it was such a rip roaring success last time around. Look I want to see Fred Goodwin and pals dragged from their homes and shot as much as anyone but for God's sake communism? I have never been so surprised in my life.
This should of course be the paragraph where I detail my proposals for sorting the whole mess out but I haven't the foggiest idea nor am I convinced anyone else has. Something will turn up eventually but I suspect it will be more by accident than design.
Cheerio
I seem to recall not so long ago writing a post mocking hysteria over the reccession, merrily chuckling that it would all sort itself out. Clearly that was bollocks. I knew things were bad from the amount of newly unemployed people turning up in my work including folk from senior management to the office cleaner. However the moment I grasped that the folk in charge really didn't have a clue what they were doing was when having buggered about with interest rates to no avail they started printing money.
Anyway naturally folk viewing this crisis ask the question what should be done? I'm fucked if I know but I'm going to go out on a limb and suggest the folk at Birkbeck College have not stumbled on the answer. Their somewhat surprising suggestion being communism! Well it was such a rip roaring success last time around. Look I want to see Fred Goodwin and pals dragged from their homes and shot as much as anyone but for God's sake communism? I have never been so surprised in my life.
This should of course be the paragraph where I detail my proposals for sorting the whole mess out but I haven't the foggiest idea nor am I convinced anyone else has. Something will turn up eventually but I suspect it will be more by accident than design.
Cheerio
3/13/2009
Have I Overlooked A Classic?
Hello,
I've been on one of my periodic swans round that internet and stumbled across this article in The Independent -to save you the trouble of ploughing all the way though I shall summarise. Once upon a time there was a very bad man called Clint Eastwood who made immoral films then got a bit older and started making moral films because America is becoming a nicer country.
Anyway the article goes on at some length about 'Dirty Harry'. I'd always been aware that there was something vaguely disreputable about the film but as I'd never fancied seeing it I hadn't bothered to investigate and filed it under 'things for weirdos' in my highly organised brain filing system. Actually I may publish my list of 'things for weirdos' on this very blog so my readers can advise me if I've missed out on any other potential treats.
The thing is having read this denunciation of the allegedly 'fascist' film I am forced to consider the awful possibility that my blind prejudice may have deprived me of a rather entertaining treat. Why in God's name did no one tell me that the baddie was a homicidal hippy nonce? As far as I can make out the hero Harry is a bit like me in that he wants to kill everyone and is irked by the rules that prevent him from doing so, where we part company is that he actually does it. I, having spent time with criminals as an adolescent fear being locked up with hundreds of self pitying, sub normal adult babies.
I have to say the homicidal hippy nonce sounds like the sort of baddie you retain a sneaky admiration for. He's called Scorpio for a start! Thank God I wouldn't have taken him at all seriously if he was called something mundane like Steve or Jeff. Oddly the hippy character is supposed to be 'a pansy-parody of the peace movement: a long-haired, androgynous, lisping hippie who wears the peace logo'. One hates to review a film unseen but as parodies go this one is a bit rubbish -a murderous paedo peacenik? Sounds more like a maverick CIA plot than a person to me but this is the wonderful world of film and if there is a message there, I suspect it's just that the makers of the movie hate hippies in much the same was as every other normal well adjusted person on the planet.
This being Hollywood of course Scorpio gets offed by Harry in the end after he makes Harry really, really angry by suffocating a fourteen year old and hijacking a bus full of children. Incidentally just where was Garry Glitter when all this was going on? Personally I'd have done something a bit unpredictable at the end like have the Vietcong appear kill everyone and install Scorpio as dictator of the USA except they haven't quite killed everyone........paving the way for Dirty Harry 2 -He's back and this time he's filthy!
Apologies for the digression, the point I'm strolling towards is that I find the whole idea of this immoral film highly entertaining and more than a bit funny. I don't know why but the notion of a mad hippy being pursued by a bent cop makes me grin from ear to ear. Will I be disappointed? How funny is it really? Is it any good at all? Or is our Mr Hari making it out to be a lot better than it is. Answers below please.
I've been on one of my periodic swans round that internet and stumbled across this article in The Independent -to save you the trouble of ploughing all the way though I shall summarise. Once upon a time there was a very bad man called Clint Eastwood who made immoral films then got a bit older and started making moral films because America is becoming a nicer country.
Anyway the article goes on at some length about 'Dirty Harry'. I'd always been aware that there was something vaguely disreputable about the film but as I'd never fancied seeing it I hadn't bothered to investigate and filed it under 'things for weirdos' in my highly organised brain filing system. Actually I may publish my list of 'things for weirdos' on this very blog so my readers can advise me if I've missed out on any other potential treats.
The thing is having read this denunciation of the allegedly 'fascist' film I am forced to consider the awful possibility that my blind prejudice may have deprived me of a rather entertaining treat. Why in God's name did no one tell me that the baddie was a homicidal hippy nonce? As far as I can make out the hero Harry is a bit like me in that he wants to kill everyone and is irked by the rules that prevent him from doing so, where we part company is that he actually does it. I, having spent time with criminals as an adolescent fear being locked up with hundreds of self pitying, sub normal adult babies.
I have to say the homicidal hippy nonce sounds like the sort of baddie you retain a sneaky admiration for. He's called Scorpio for a start! Thank God I wouldn't have taken him at all seriously if he was called something mundane like Steve or Jeff. Oddly the hippy character is supposed to be 'a pansy-parody of the peace movement: a long-haired, androgynous, lisping hippie who wears the peace logo'. One hates to review a film unseen but as parodies go this one is a bit rubbish -a murderous paedo peacenik? Sounds more like a maverick CIA plot than a person to me but this is the wonderful world of film and if there is a message there, I suspect it's just that the makers of the movie hate hippies in much the same was as every other normal well adjusted person on the planet.
This being Hollywood of course Scorpio gets offed by Harry in the end after he makes Harry really, really angry by suffocating a fourteen year old and hijacking a bus full of children. Incidentally just where was Garry Glitter when all this was going on? Personally I'd have done something a bit unpredictable at the end like have the Vietcong appear kill everyone and install Scorpio as dictator of the USA except they haven't quite killed everyone........paving the way for Dirty Harry 2 -He's back and this time he's filthy!
Apologies for the digression, the point I'm strolling towards is that I find the whole idea of this immoral film highly entertaining and more than a bit funny. I don't know why but the notion of a mad hippy being pursued by a bent cop makes me grin from ear to ear. Will I be disappointed? How funny is it really? Is it any good at all? Or is our Mr Hari making it out to be a lot better than it is. Answers below please.
3/10/2009
God The Daily Mail Is So Disappointing!
Hello,
I've been catching up on the internet after my enforced absence and have been chuckling heartily at Julie Myerson's family catastrophes. I'm sorry but I think young Jake is marvellous! So much so that if he'd care to contact me with his paypal details I'll slip him a few quid to get a new pair of shoes.
The whole thing beggars belief. For a start why are his loopy parents going around insisting he's addicted to cannabis? It's not addictive. Anyone who reckons they are addicted just hasn't got the balls to admit they don't want to give up. In any case if they really believe he's an addict is making him homeless and bringing him into contact with real addicts the best way to tackle the situation? Perhaps Jules was hoping he'd end up on the game or in a crack house so she could earn a few quid off a follow up book.
Also peculiar is the parents desire to tell anyone who'll listen about his problems. That's bound to do his future employment prospects in later life a world of good. Mind you people love a misery memoir so should he wish to write a tell all about his absurd parents he'll be alright. Though I hope he doesn't they'd only get off on the attention.
Perhaps the funniest aspect of this story is that his parents told him they didn't mind mind him smoking cannabis, they just didn't want him getting addicted to tobacco, which as we all know is a bit common. You can almost hear the cry go up 'ooooh we didn't mean it we just wanted to show how liberal we were'. What's a boy to do? His parents tell him they don't mind him doing something, he does it then ends up booted out his home, humiliated and exploited by his money grabbing halfwit of a mother.
Still The Daily Mail disappoints I had hoped for a thunderous denunciation of Ms Myerson and her buffoon of a husband but I'd overlooked the class factor. Had some poor cow from a scheme hurled herself all over the press whining about kicking one of her children on to the streets, she'd have been denounced for dumping her problems on the rest of society, being a bad mother and having the audacity to give birth when she's not even middle class. Contrast this with the indulgence of Ms Myers who despite all her advantages, high income and education chooses to conduct herself like a more articulate Jeremy Kyle show guest. At least the guests on that programme have the defence of being, well let's face it thick and generally disadvantaged but what's Julie's excuse? Greed and love of attention? I shall be scruitinising her media output very closely from now on and if I detect so much as the whiff of a sneer at reality TV show contestants, Jade Goody or Jeremy Kyle show guests I'll be forced reluctantly to write something very, very nasty.
To think when I first got a whiff of this I assumed that Jake was just a lazy toff! Well I'm big enough to admit I was wrong, wrong, wrong. I strongly suspect he's a switched baby. Whatever the truth he's an owl raised by pigeons. Join me in chuckling as he cooly describes mum and dad as 'pseudo New Labour socialists' , hear the ring of truth as he goes on to compare them to 'two scared children who have a rose-tinted view of the world and, when something doesn't conform to it, they desperately try to force it'. He's spot isn't he. Myerson hasn't so much written a book as emitted one long howl of outrage that the world isn't he she thinks it should be. She's like one of those middle class women that no-one's ever said no to before. Rather like that stupid woman who threatenend to 'ruin' the Clairwil family after our cat 'murdered' her cat. Honestly she might as well have been stood on the doorstep screaming 'why can't you control nature?'. Still one shouldn't be too harsh there's sod all wrong with these women that a year or two working in factory wouldn't fix.
Cheerio
P.S I'm perfectly serious about the shoes.
I've been catching up on the internet after my enforced absence and have been chuckling heartily at Julie Myerson's family catastrophes. I'm sorry but I think young Jake is marvellous! So much so that if he'd care to contact me with his paypal details I'll slip him a few quid to get a new pair of shoes.
The whole thing beggars belief. For a start why are his loopy parents going around insisting he's addicted to cannabis? It's not addictive. Anyone who reckons they are addicted just hasn't got the balls to admit they don't want to give up. In any case if they really believe he's an addict is making him homeless and bringing him into contact with real addicts the best way to tackle the situation? Perhaps Jules was hoping he'd end up on the game or in a crack house so she could earn a few quid off a follow up book.
Also peculiar is the parents desire to tell anyone who'll listen about his problems. That's bound to do his future employment prospects in later life a world of good. Mind you people love a misery memoir so should he wish to write a tell all about his absurd parents he'll be alright. Though I hope he doesn't they'd only get off on the attention.
Perhaps the funniest aspect of this story is that his parents told him they didn't mind mind him smoking cannabis, they just didn't want him getting addicted to tobacco, which as we all know is a bit common. You can almost hear the cry go up 'ooooh we didn't mean it we just wanted to show how liberal we were'. What's a boy to do? His parents tell him they don't mind him doing something, he does it then ends up booted out his home, humiliated and exploited by his money grabbing halfwit of a mother.
Still The Daily Mail disappoints I had hoped for a thunderous denunciation of Ms Myerson and her buffoon of a husband but I'd overlooked the class factor. Had some poor cow from a scheme hurled herself all over the press whining about kicking one of her children on to the streets, she'd have been denounced for dumping her problems on the rest of society, being a bad mother and having the audacity to give birth when she's not even middle class. Contrast this with the indulgence of Ms Myers who despite all her advantages, high income and education chooses to conduct herself like a more articulate Jeremy Kyle show guest. At least the guests on that programme have the defence of being, well let's face it thick and generally disadvantaged but what's Julie's excuse? Greed and love of attention? I shall be scruitinising her media output very closely from now on and if I detect so much as the whiff of a sneer at reality TV show contestants, Jade Goody or Jeremy Kyle show guests I'll be forced reluctantly to write something very, very nasty.
To think when I first got a whiff of this I assumed that Jake was just a lazy toff! Well I'm big enough to admit I was wrong, wrong, wrong. I strongly suspect he's a switched baby. Whatever the truth he's an owl raised by pigeons. Join me in chuckling as he cooly describes mum and dad as 'pseudo New Labour socialists' , hear the ring of truth as he goes on to compare them to 'two scared children who have a rose-tinted view of the world and, when something doesn't conform to it, they desperately try to force it'. He's spot isn't he. Myerson hasn't so much written a book as emitted one long howl of outrage that the world isn't he she thinks it should be. She's like one of those middle class women that no-one's ever said no to before. Rather like that stupid woman who threatenend to 'ruin' the Clairwil family after our cat 'murdered' her cat. Honestly she might as well have been stood on the doorstep screaming 'why can't you control nature?'. Still one shouldn't be too harsh there's sod all wrong with these women that a year or two working in factory wouldn't fix.
Cheerio
P.S I'm perfectly serious about the shoes.
3/08/2009
O Internet I Have Missed You!
Hello,
These last two weeks without my pc following a hard drive catastrophe have been trying to say the least. It doesn't help when people keep telling you to look stuff up on the internet then get all huffy when you respond through clenched teeth. Honestly I think I'd find giving up smoking easier.
On the plus side it has freed me up to a bit more reading than usual and of course a jolly spot of gardening. Other than that there is no plus side.
In other news I'm settling into my new job nicely and have been praised for 'exceeding expectations'. Whilst it's nice to be praised , I fear the job is too easy for me. Still it pays reasonably well and is secure for a couple of years, which gives me time to plan my next move. My plans for self employment are on hold for the time being as I'm reluctant to spend too much with things being as they are at the moment.
Anyway the computer seems to be back to it's old self again. So expect more blogging and bitching as per usual.
Cheerio
These last two weeks without my pc following a hard drive catastrophe have been trying to say the least. It doesn't help when people keep telling you to look stuff up on the internet then get all huffy when you respond through clenched teeth. Honestly I think I'd find giving up smoking easier.
On the plus side it has freed me up to a bit more reading than usual and of course a jolly spot of gardening. Other than that there is no plus side.
In other news I'm settling into my new job nicely and have been praised for 'exceeding expectations'. Whilst it's nice to be praised , I fear the job is too easy for me. Still it pays reasonably well and is secure for a couple of years, which gives me time to plan my next move. My plans for self employment are on hold for the time being as I'm reluctant to spend too much with things being as they are at the moment.
Anyway the computer seems to be back to it's old self again. So expect more blogging and bitching as per usual.
Cheerio
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