by IAIN » Aug 29th, '07, 21:33
the press...ahem..draw up a seat, this'll take a while...
ok, football...might not be popular here, but here you go anyway...
sven right, The Sun, obviously higher moral vanguards of Britishness and keeping johnny foreigners at bay (more on that later) - winston churchill eating a sausage whilst riding a giant bulldog down the street shoot immigrants...
i digress, sven goran erikson, ex manager of the en-gur-land soccer-ball club, they set him up with a fake-sheik, and then called him traitor..
lets examine this...
you are at work, someone says to you "hey..i've got a mate, thinking of buying a business, he wants you on board...big money...have what you want..." who in their right mind wouldnt listen to that offer? idiots the press...absolute idiots...
the press get him sacked, sell alot of papers, then complain about the next one...i think they'd only be happy if they hired jim davidson, but he's too busy talking about the Falklands...
anyway, what was i saying? oooooh yeah...the tabloid press...The Star, bought by people who find the Sun too high brow...the Mirror, an attempt at not quite being the Sun, and seen as "left wing"? what? yeah of course it is...
Celebrities - any make up caked loon with fake breasts can make a few quid, all the stories read the same "he was a gentleman, and i cant complain in the size of his equiment either...we did it 12 million times that night...and he even bought me weetabix in the morning..."
Pete Dochety - no, no no...sorry...but,....well...no...junkie faced pigeon eyed casper the ghost with a porkpie hat toolbox...to the gallows with him! he's not a poet, yet he doesnt know it...scum of the highest order...stick him in jail, where he can get cheaper drugs, and hopefully..well...end up the flue...an absolute shower of a man...a shower i say...
the dissing of the blaine - ach come of it...he was well alright when he first appeared...let him be...
blogs/myspace/facebook - let strangers look at you for no real reason other than somewhere in the back of your mind is "oooh, but what if he/she fancies me?" or you just wanna show off...come on now...own up, and grow up...if you've not kept in touch with someone, its probably for very good reason...either they smell, or you do...have a wash and smile..
bad parenting - look, there's no excuses at all, you had the brat, look after it properly, it is not anyone elses responsibility except the people who made the thing. Teach it manners, morals and respect and let 'em get on with it...
blaming violence in films and nowadays games: to quote peter cook, "I'm very influenced by telly, every time i watch Sooty, i want to get in a glove..." name me one games tester that ever went postal?
sexual thought existed before pornography, photography and any other media, and looking back, we were far more violent and nasty to each other than we are now believe it or not...
ranting: after afew beers, i do love a good rant at the world, strangely i've not touched the sauce today, just had a bad day at work...where's the Sun when you need 'em eh?
the dissing of east-europeans:
i get on the tube bright and early, packed full of eastern euros...jolly nice people, work hard, do a decent job and dont sit there fat necked and angry and laughing about signing on and working 3 other jobs like some essex lad builders i see...they stay out of peoples way, they all have fantastically homemade haircuts, jumpers and moustaches...and they all like they could kill you with one punch...but they wouldnt, cos they're rather nice friendly people underneath the stern looks...
plus, they have some smashing looking women...dark hair and light eyes..lovely...
immigration in general:
again, down to the moron press selling papers...10% of the population is non-british...which in itself is a juxtaposition, one of the things i love about being english/british is that we're all a rag-tag cross breed of people, a little of everyone...surely thats a good thing? the rest is horse-poo...
sitting on your bed typing, when you get cramp and howling in pain like i just did...owwwwww...