Still incandescent with rage after yesterday's post and haven't been able to think about much else, to be honest, despite downing a few bottles of the red calming fluid. So, I thought, how about a bit of Saturday night karaoke ... that should soothe the Grumpy Old Twat a little ......
Well, the phone rang, I answered it, ticked like crazy, then thought why not record Rick Astley's classic track, Never Gonna Give You Up"
Amidst horrendous stories of structural and hygine problems the Indian host for the Games, Delhi, has now come under even more increasing criticism following the official unveiling of the XIX Commonwealth Games ring:
David Davis has been overheard by reporters repeating a description of the partnership between David Cameron and Nick Clegg as "The Brokeback Coalition", a phrase which he attributed to Lord Ashcroft.
Rather entertainingly, I thought I would remind you that, Davis is the much heralded hero and ex boss of conservative blogger Iain Dale. Oh, the irony of it all. Standby for the inevitable fat poof hissy fit, anytime soon ......
To be honest after the piss, shit, fuck, wank of a day I've had today I just can't be fucking well arsed with all that General Election bollocks tonight. As for the breaking news? Well, there's got be some fucking bullshit or other happening somewhere.......
This post follows on from an excellent offering by the All Seeing Eye, where he suggests which DVD films might have been more appropriate to present to the Prime Mentalist rather than the ones offered by Bollock 'Half Black' Obama.
If nothing else, it is another superb opportunity to rev some more fucks into the one-eyed, snot gobbling, pant pissing, lardy arse known as Gordoom Brownfinger.
That said, here are my 10 offerings:
Some Like It 'Snot' Close Encounters of the 'Turd' Kind The Untouchables Liar Liar 'Back' Hand Luke The Lord of the Rings The Big 'Sleazy' Fiddler on the 'Poof' The Usual Suspects Rear Window
The Smash adverts are still absolute fucking classics and can still make me laugh like a fucking ninny, even today!
Don't know about anyone else but I just can't bear to watch I.T.fucking V. anymore. Haven't watched it for years. The fucking adverts drive me mad. They're all crap and there's just far too many of them.
Back 'in the day' though they were brilliant. They were often clever, entertaining and most of all they could be 'pant wettingly' funny. Literally sometimes.
Ok, so there where some dreadful ones too like 'Shake 'n' Vac' but we can still all recall it though can't we? I can remember my mother using the stuff. Wiggling and jiggling around the house like some demented fucker with rickets. She even had the same fucking Hoover as the stupid bint in the advert, probably still got it now. Tightarse!
Anyhow the 'stuff' looked like fucking talc powder if you ask me. In fact, one time, I caught my baby brother trying to shove some between the cheeks of his arse in an attempt to soothe some 'plastic pant rash' or other.
Didn't work of course. He just bawled his fucking head off until 'mummy' gave him a pink wafer.
Had to laugh though, next time he farted a little puffy white cloud appeared from under his corduroy shorts and sprinkled onto his brown Startrite sandals!
"Great cars and a great deal more"
British Leyland cars, wow, they were the dogs bollocks in those days. I adored the Dolomite Sprint and always aspired to having one. Alas, I never managed it but a friend of mine did have one when we were about 18, cream with a black vinyl roof it was. Jammy bastard! What a fanny magnet that thing was come Friday night. A right pair of 'Jack the lads' we were. Always on the look out for a couple of 'Jill the girls'!
