Another week has come and gone and we’re still receiving plenty of submissions.Continue reading “Week 322 – On A Hot Summer Night Would You Offer Your Throat To The Wolf With The Red Roses? Shang-A-Lang And The Greatest’s Greatest Line.”
Whenever I look at that number I remember an old game show that was on the TV late 70s – early 80s.
Ahh nostalgia – It can get us all emotional.
But not with Three, Two, One. (321)
It was terrible.Continue reading “Week 321 – Ted’s Fingering, Lists And A Kardashian’s Nipples.”
I’ve been known to fuck about with a whole range of subjects in these postings but for this part, I need to put on my sensible head.
It has been a very sombre time in Britain. And I will also bow my head in respect. These are dark times, which, if we stick together, we will get through.Continue reading “Week 320 – Don’t Let Your Teenage Kids Out Your Sight, Ugly Vampires And Editor Eating Cats.”
Hi folks here we are at Week 319.
This was one of those weeks I had no idea what I was going to write, but a quick look at the paper with a can of lager and I saw my inspiration. (For all you anal types out there, it was me who was drinking the lager and not the paper – And yes, I know, I should have sorted the sentence which would have stopped me typing this pish!)Continue reading “Week 319 – Too Much Variety, Diane’s Enthusiastic Observations And A Development That Would Make Satchmo Cry.”
I was going to do something about procrastinating this week but I couldn’t be fucked.
I think I’ll ask Diane to put the read more tag after the next sentence so I can warn ‘The Sensitives’, I was going to call them Fuckwits and in a way, I suppose I have.
WARNING – Blasphemous Material – Do not read on if you are of a religious persuasion and likely to be offended. If you read on and are offended – Well – I told you!!!Continue reading “Week 318 – A Sensitive No-Go Area, An Itch That Couldn’t Be Scratched And Jesus Body-Popping To ‘My Diane’ (He Nailed It)”
Life has hammered me.
I take another drink and lean over my balcony.
Balcony, that’s a fuckin’ laugh, it’s the breadth of my two feet and the stink from that clatty bastard two doors down makes me gag. They’ve a wee Jack Russell that they allow to shit on the balcony instead of taking him a walk. The wee soul needs to climb up a shit mountain to take another shit. When he’s having a crap I can look him in the fucking eyes.Continue reading “Maisonette by Hugh Cron – Warning Strong language and Adult content.”
This week some British people have been trying to decide what is fact and what is fiction. That’s a cracker as those who wonder are more than likely to bow and will believe what they’re told, depending on who tells them. Me, I don’t give a cat’s coke.Continue reading “Week 316 – Subservient Pricks, An Unpleasant Repair And Why Steve Was Screaming.”
…And we trundle on to Week 315!
Honestly guys, fuck knows why this came to me!Continue reading “Week 315 – Was Aggie’s Disappearance Her Best Mystery, Has Anyone Considered God As Their Wank thought (Except For The Pope) And The Only Multiple YESES E.L. James Should Receive.”
This week I’d like to discuss not giving up. It’s quite apt as we had a writer not so very long ago advise us that they were giving up since this was now their fourth refusal. That is for them to decide but in the whole scheme of things four refusals isn’t that much. But it’s up to the person and how they feel.Continue reading “Week 314 – Determination, Crushed Testes And An Acceptable Arc Of Urine.”
I don’t know why I was wondering how many words a minute I could type. I decided to test myself. I can do around three hundred which I’m led to believe is quite impressive. I was so proud until I found out they all couldn’t be the same word without any spaces. No one appreciates my three hundred ‘a’s.Continue reading “Week 313 – Speed, Alex O’Hara Was A Knob-End And Trust Me, ‘Old Shep’ Is Worse!”