The chronicles of Ruin, continued.
Call me Ishmael said....intelligence is knowing what to do when you don't know what to do.
Anonymous said... When I don't know what to do,I come here.
10 September 2009 22:59
Saturday, 8 January 2011
WOTSONTELLY. HERE BE MONSTERS.
Don't know which of these two is the more repulsive, the Iranian prat is an irritation, whilst Lardman personifies the filth of New Labour. A sign of the ruinous times, both of them.
I thought the Iranqian prat was quite good playing a pornographic beard-fetish photographer in Black Books, but he didn't deserve a series of his own on BBC1.
Stephen K Amos?!? I mean, really? Is it a complete and utter pisstake, is it a sophisticated mockery, a post-modern comedy show where the joke is its mere existence? Very good - fooled me totally.
Jeez, Tom Petty, I watched some of that, too ugly to live, that guy and his whiny, nasal, Rickenbacker Americana. Time comes in life, mr dtp, when a man asks himself, How many the fuck songwriters does one world need, else you wind-up in a parallel X-Factor Universe. Petty, like Take That and countless others only ever had the one thing to say - Look At Me!
The people who don't deserve a series on BBC are nearly all the ones who have one, starting with the insufferable La Donna Portillo and the Establishment jester, Ian Hislop. No use singling out the direly unfunny Mr Amos, who is just a petty offender.
Pop you down as a 'maybe' then? It was a bit educational in this neck of the woods in that i'd not really known much about him and the Orbison, Dylan thing. Liked 'free-falling' as a kid/teenager and hadn't realized there was much before. Also yesterday there was a story in the Daily Angry about how Tom Jones and Elvis were chums, again, fully ignorant of such things. It was quite good TeeVee though - watching utter junkies trying to string sentences together has innate comedy value.
I don't know what if any dignity attaches to the office of deputy prime minister - Heseltine, Prescott and Clegg, ciphers, all of them, totems to various clans of worthless, thieving bastards - but if there ever was any, Prescott has daubed it with shit.
I don't mean to nitpick, mr m, but speaking for unknowns everywhere, being an unknown would be, for Prescott, an elevation, a proper honour.
"watching utter junkies trying to string sentences together has innate comedy value."
I think it's because they have so much trouble speaking that they sing. Easier to remember stuff when it rhymes. It was certainly a festival of tongue-tied self-celebration.
Could have been worse than Petty, I suppose; has been and will be again that repugnant retard, Weller, with his shoes and his pullovers and his hair. And his shouty Art.
eeeewwww! Paul Weller. His hair is on backwards. Paul Weller is responsible for my thinking, for years, that blokes must be stupid (they think Paul is fantastic). And a few women even FANCY him. What is that about?
I think it's in the bone structure, Weller's head being solid bone throughout. He should form a supergroup with millionaire socialist atonal folkster, Billy Bragg, Maybe Its's Becos I'm A Lahndunner, that could be their album, apples an pears, whistle an flute, trouble an strife, Cor, strike a bleedin' light, guv. It's all abaht the werkin clarses, innit.
Considering how much he hated the 'two jags' moniker, I'm amazed that the former deputy underling abuser was up for it...
ReplyDeleteHis mrs probably made him do it, like she made him hustle a peerage, the cunt.
ReplyDeleteOT - the Tom Petty thing on TeeVee is quite good just to sort of see circles in circles.
ReplyDeleteNot gonna waste my bandwidth on tubshitcunt.
I thought the Iranqian prat was quite good playing a pornographic beard-fetish photographer in Black Books, but he didn't deserve a series of his own on BBC1.
ReplyDeleteDear Mrs Narcolept
ReplyDeleteStephen K Amos?!? I mean, really? Is it a complete and utter pisstake, is it a sophisticated mockery, a post-modern comedy show where the joke is its mere existence? Very good - fooled me totally.
Jeez, Tom Petty, I watched some of that, too ugly to live, that guy and his whiny, nasal, Rickenbacker Americana. Time comes in life, mr dtp, when a man asks himself, How many the fuck songwriters does one world need, else you wind-up in a parallel X-Factor Universe. Petty, like Take That and countless others only ever had the one thing to say - Look At Me!
ReplyDeleteThe people who don't deserve a series on BBC are nearly all the ones who have one, starting with the insufferable La Donna Portillo and the Establishment jester, Ian Hislop. No use singling out the direly unfunny Mr Amos, who is just a petty offender.
Pop you down as a 'maybe' then? It was a bit educational in this neck of the woods in that i'd not really known much about him and the Orbison, Dylan thing. Liked 'free-falling' as a kid/teenager and hadn't realized there was much before. Also yesterday there was a story in the Daily Angry about how Tom Jones and Elvis were chums, again, fully ignorant of such things. It was quite good TeeVee though - watching utter junkies trying to string sentences together has innate comedy value.
ReplyDeleteMoneyfuckingsupermarket... Is there any lower to grovel for a few thousand quid? Horrible, horrible bastard. Lower now than a complete unknown.
ReplyDeleteI don't know what if any dignity attaches to the office of deputy prime minister - Heseltine, Prescott and Clegg, ciphers, all of them, totems to various clans of worthless, thieving bastards - but if there ever was any, Prescott has daubed it with shit.
ReplyDeleteI don't mean to nitpick, mr m, but speaking for unknowns everywhere, being an unknown would be, for Prescott, an elevation, a proper honour.
"watching utter junkies trying to string sentences together has innate comedy value."
ReplyDeleteI think it's because they have so much trouble speaking that they sing. Easier to remember stuff when it rhymes. It was certainly a festival of tongue-tied self-celebration.
Could have been worse than Petty, I suppose; has been and will be again that repugnant retard, Weller, with his shoes and his pullovers and his hair. And his shouty Art.
eeeewwww! Paul Weller. His hair is on backwards. Paul Weller is responsible for my thinking, for years, that blokes must be stupid (they think Paul is fantastic). And a few women even FANCY him. What is that about?
ReplyDeleteI think it's in the bone structure, Weller's head being solid bone throughout. He should form a supergroup with millionaire socialist atonal folkster, Billy Bragg, Maybe Its's Becos I'm A Lahndunner, that could be their album, apples an pears, whistle an flute, trouble an strife, Cor, strike a bleedin' light, guv. It's all abaht the werkin clarses, innit.
ReplyDeleteOf all the bastards in the land, Billy Bragg is the one for the last bullet. What a horror. Mind, Tom Robinson is high on that list too.
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