Friday, February 29, 2008

Harryl Flynn

Ok. So he's done his bit in Afghanistan. 10 weeks of guiding planes to drop bombs on people. Machinegunning a bit. Having his pic taken with the lads. Nice one Harry.
But don't make him out to be Errol Flynn as if he's the only one there winning the war against the baddies - whoever they may be.
If I was the parent of a soldier who had done a long stint in the thick of it out there, I would be a bit pissed off that H was getting all the fawning publicity while my lad hardly rated a mention.
It's all a bit sickening the way that privileged people still get treated like some sort of god in this day and age.
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  • Wednesday, February 20, 2008

    Acting my shoesize not my age

    When I was the age I am now and I was the age I was then, the age I am now seemed terribly old.
    My attitudes don't seem to have changed much: I still reckon I have a young outlook and when I go clothes shopping with Mrs Chaffo and I pick something out which I think would suit me she kindly points out:"That's for a much younger man."
    I have a Nintendo Wii; an Ipod Touch and a DSLite and at parties I fling myself about on the dancefloor like Mick Jagger with an electric kettle element up his arse.
    I download music and video off Itunes and I got to thinking whether the choice of stuff says anything about the sort of bloke I am.
    Here are my last 10 downloads:

    Let It Go by Dirty South and Rudy - a Dance track.
    When We Die by Jack Penate - a song about dying.
    Thanks for the Memories by Fall Out Boy - because it has monkeys in the video.
    Silver Lining by Rilo Kiley - repetitively catchy indie type stuff.
    Young Folks by Peter Bjorn and John - with a whistling intro and outro that you find yourself whistling in supermarkets.
    This is the Life by Amy MacDonald - Scottish singer with, again, a catchy song which was described by Mrs C as brainwashing.
    Rhythm of Life by Sammy Davis Junior - always liked this one.
    Handle Me by Robyn - crazy video with lady stuffed into boxes..
    Mr Brightside by The Killers - I love the Killers.
    Who's David by Busted - a song about infidelity with another catchy thingy.
    Pretty eclectic I'd say. I don't have a favourite performer as such although I'd like to see the legend that is Willie Nelson before he (or I) carks it.
    What does this lot say about me and what does your choice of downloads say about you?
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  • Friday, February 08, 2008

    Archbishoprick

    I wouldn't say that the Archbishop of Canterbury is a twat but he obviously is.
    Apart from that manky beard which wouldn't look out of place on an old lesbian's bottom, his dress sense leaves a lot to be desired. I mean who in their right mind thinks wearing a crimson frock with a fish's head hat on your bonce and carrying a big shepherd's crook looks anything like sensible?
    That look went out in the 80's after Boy George ran it into the ground. I think the Gothic look would suit him more. It would match in with a lot of cathedrals he visits.
    Now the insane old twazzock wants Sharia Law to run the country.
    Now I haven't a clue who she is - probably a dungaree-wearing lesbo friend of his from his local knitting circle.
    You can just imagine him as they sit knitting wigs for Biafrans saying: "Ooo Shazzer, you'd make a better job of running the country than that blob headed Scottish twat"
    Come to think of it...he may have a point.
    Anyway, this leads me nicely on to one of the funniest laugh-out-loud pieces of writing I have come across for ages.
    I wish I could have taken it onto the lavatory with me.
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  • Saturday, February 02, 2008

    In loo of anything else...

    I like to read on the bog. Anything will do. Sauce bottles, French phrasebooks, comics, matchboxes, magazines - whatever comes to hand, as you might say.
    It's a compulsion more than anything. I am currently reading back numbers of the Reader's Digest magazine as I find the short articles are sometimes just enough for me to do what I have to do.
    What I need to know though is this.
    Is it just a man thing or do women do it as well? My missis seems to think it's just us lads that do it. Her dad used to nick the Beano off his son and sit on the lavvy reading it.
    I couldn't fancy reading after that, could you?
    Anyway, help me out here please. I said I would find out if it's a male predilection or if the ladies indulged too.
    Do you read on the bog? And if so, what is your current reading matter?
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