As the sun came up over the conker tree....

Hat tip to Grumpy Old Twat for the nostalgia trip. I dropped the Queer one off to work this morning and got back home, made a coffee and sat in front of the box just to channel hop and see what took my interest. Imagine my delight when i came across a channel which proclaimed Roobarb was on next ...wooohhoooooo!!!!! Then imagine my dismay as the realization slowly dawned that this was not the original series. The first give away should have been the fact that it was called Roobarb & Custard too, it was always just Roobarb. Second was that the animation was too new and clean, oh it still flickered a bit like the original but, naaaahh, it just wasn't there anymore, it was always better when it looked real dodgy, although Richard Briers still does an excellent job of the narration. It was made in 2005.


Anyway, here's a Youtube link if anybody wants to see some originals. Even my eleven year old Daughter agrees they are better, even if it was just because she hadn't seen me laugh so much in ages. It has taken me twenty minutes to pull my sides in to post this. When you hear an old fucking coffin dodger saying things like "They don't make them like they used used to.", you'd better believe they know what they are talking about.

paul gadd is a paedophile....

The rest of the former Glitter Band however are not. This has been rattling round my head for quite a while now, H/T to Fido for reminding me. Ever since the gloating, slimy bearded one was arrested for having indecent images of kids on his pc, i haven't heard one single radio or tv station with the balls to play any of the bands hits. Many of my generation grew up through the seventies enjoying that kind of stuff, it was part of the soundtrack of our childhood.


What the media need to do is seperate the identity of Gary Glitter from paul gadd and whenever there is a story in the news about him and his child preying antics, just refer to him as paul gadd, because otherwise he is still getting the publicity he craves. Radio & TV stations.....start playing Glitter Band records again, they were the unknown losers in all this sordid business, they have done no harm yet they have lost so much over the years in royalties due to the media tendency to bandwagon and not play them.....any royalties due to gadd could go towards funding a child protection organization or something (though i can't imagine them wanting his money)

Letter to Downing Street.

Dear Prime Minister (unelect),

I hope this letter finds you in the same good cheer with which it left me. You see i write to you with a positive and optimistic attitude that we are going to come through these difficult times with smiles on our faces. Over the Christmas and new year period, i was stung by the CSA for £121 a week, YES Gordon, that's one hundred and twenty one pounds, join that up with the facts that the company i work for (and not a bad company as it happens) had to cut down working hours to bare minimum and i had three weeks pay to get me through the holiday period, you can just imagine that i didn't have a lot of money to tide us over, why i even had to borrow off friends (oh the humiliation), YES Gordon, friends, not the sort you buy with promises of peerages for donations, but real, solid friends that stand by you through thick and thin. I wonder if you will have the good fortune to know such people when your time is at hand? I've heard they're already talking behind your back and think you are a little how shall we say, out of your tree? Personally i think you are looking a little bit tired. Let's ask the readers, what do you think readers? Do you think our (piss) poor unelected PM is looking a little tired? Anyhow, as i've said we got through this particularly difficult period during which i vowed that it would never happen again with the help of friends, and all of a sudden i find myself in possession of an 07 plate car? Does that astound you? Did you really think you'd fucked up this country so badly that NOBODY would be able to have anything decent? If you did think that Gord, then i think that it is a very childish attitude and certainly not becoming a man who would believe that he "saved the world". I see this car as a landmark in my determination to get myself out of this financial shit-heap i currently find myself in. And get myself out i will.


Others may not be so fortunate, after all who could fail to notice the daily reports of people all over the UK losing their jobs? Jobs that were once grounded in a flourishing economy, which has been all but destroyed by your thieving, conniving cabinet of butt sucking pigs. An economy you insist was destroyed by problems starting in America? Well there's gratitude, a great nation who stood by ours through two world wars and you repay them by blaming them for our current financial mess? No Gord, the blame lies squarely at your door. You promised "British jobs for British workers"...try to deny it and i'll have you fed to the dogs. Yet we see that oil refinery construction jobs are going to Italian and other migrant workers, a big kick in the balls for the thousands of British people being laid off everyday in your "Cool Britannia" wouldn't you say? And don't you DARE try and accuse me of being racist, I am just thinking about the future of this country, something which you are evidently not doing. Never mind, whitey/blacky or whatever think tank hare brained label you come up with to try to keep us all divided, I have come to the conclusion that each and everyone of us are niggers as far as you and your trough-nosed, champagne swilling socialist pals are concerned.


But the point here Gord is this....I wish you no ill will, after all i want you to be around to watch the destruction of your Nero-esque little empire, an empire which really doesn't stretch much beyond your imagination but does have far reaching consequences in the real world. Yes Gord, i know you will be fiddling while it burns as you have been fiddling all along, but rest assured, you will not pass another General Election and remain in office. For Heavens sake man!!! You are supposed to be running a country, not playing with toys in your fucking attic. I would in all sincerity request that you resign right now to save yourself further humiliation at the polling booths next year, but being a realist, i know there are two chances of you doing that, half a chance and no fucking chance. However i do take a little comfort in the fact that as next year will mark thirteen years of Zanu Labour misrule, then i think it poetic justice that your long awaited and well deserved kick in the bollocks would be meted out in that year.



Yes Gordon, i want you to watch, open mouthed as it will be US, the PEOPLE of this Great Nation, who steer us out of these hard times, and not your fat, lardy-arsed self with your bloated, deluded, megalomaniacal party of pig-swill quaffers......


ps. Love to Sarah and the kids

Kick my dog....

You can kick a dog only so many times before it turns around and fucking bites you. I think and sincerely hope that this is the run up to finally kicking this morally and financially corrupt labour government into touch for good.

See how eternally grateful Johnny
Foreigner is to the hand that
feeds him?

It's high time that our fat, useless, bloated fuck-up of an un-elected PM and his braying bunch of champagne donkeys got a real taste of the shit on the ground.

Sexy bitch

Right, so some of you won't post the pic of hideous drunken chav cunt Nicola Gardner.... but i will. For those of a nervous disposition or in possession of a delicate tummy, here is the blindfold.


Otherwise, here is the link to the article.


Couple of things...is everybody she knows too afraid to tell her that she does not in any way or form look good in that shit? Obviously so, fucking hell, she scared the bejesus out of the burglar who just tried to get in through my bedroom window and fell back and landed on my daughters trampoline. I've just been informed by his solicitor Mr. Ram Jam Grabbdacash (not a paki) that he intends to sue me for traumatic stress disorder.

Secondly...thirty fucking seven my fucking arse!! I've seen younger looking prolapses hanging from an elephants arse. She has more chins than a chinese phone book. Have these people no fucking shame? Why does she dress like some fucking teenager who hangs round off licences? And she's not the only one either. There is so much mutton dressed as lamb out there that it's no fucking wonder that kebabs are starting to contain more pork. She's probably making the local 12 year old lads go down on her badly packed kebab in return for a ten quid bag of skag or whatever it is they are ingesting these days. It would be good to pour a little lighter fluid over this Lager soaked lard-arse and then hold a match underneath those polyester rags she is wearing and watch it all go up in flames, but then stand at a safe distance as i recall vividly the stench of cows being incinerated near Gloucester during the foot& mouth epidemic a few years back. And the thing that fries my shit is that yet again this is another state(taxpayer) sponsored lump of freeloading chav shit.

Bad Kitty

Not the greatest photo-shopping i know but still, it had to be done.

'Allo John got a new motor?

Will be back as soon as i get my head settled after a mad few weeks of rollercoaster finances. Tell me something, how does one go from being a fucking pauper who couldn't afford to run ones heating over the new year in minus 0 temperatures to being in proud possession of an 07 Peugeot 207 Sport?


Fucking desperation that's how. My old Pug has served me well bless her, she is 18 this year and she was given to me by a friend nearly 2 years ago not long before i got my licence. Only this last week she has started coming under the weather and struggling to pull off from a start and to get up a hill. Just for the hell of it the Queer one and I popped into a local used car dealer last night to see what was available and to suss what sort of stupid money we would have to shell out next month for a deposit were we to go for it. We sat in the Peugeot and immediately it wrapped itself around me, one instinctively knows when something is right, we played around with controls and what not as you do, then we went to have a look at a Ford Fiesta Style, as soon as we got in there we were both "nah no way, no life no personality nothing"




Anyway went to give the keys back to guys in dealers and tell them we'll be back next month with a deposit and see how we fare, to cut a long story short we were persuaded to go through a few things (yeah they really twisted my fucking arm there seeing as my projected time frame for the demise of the old Pug was given this weekend as a limit) and by this morning they had told me everything was go. So there we are, if I can get finance when i'm as blacklisted as fucking Washington, then it proves that they are really desperate for the fucking custom.