Welcome, once again, to the blog of Mr Bunny of Fluffy. I am your host, errr, well, Mr Bunny of Fluffy and today we shall talk about three important things…
On the top of the pile, primarily because I have heard it on the news a lot today is a certain Scottish dude and his desire to take every single penny you ever earn because you happen to drink, smoke or drive.
Now we all know that fuel is pricey at the moment, partly because those fat cat bastards at BP and Shell have been whacking up their expenses account I would assume, maybe to give their bimbo-like secretaries more trinkets so they can fuck them more and also fuel tax has gone up. Again. It is not enough that 80% of every dorrar [sic] you put in the back of your car is slimed off to fund massive expense claims and some ignorant Lib Dem cunt in Basingstoke who wants to live in three separate houses ohhhh no… you see Mr “Brown” (so called because he is VERY shit at what he does) wants to extract those last few fluffy coins from the back of your sofa so we can continue to fund those toss pots in higher office. We didn’t even vote the miserable, cake faced, irritating little bugger in but I never thought I would actually say it but I wish Blair hadn’t resigned and that coming from me is a BIG thing.
Next on the list of things that have pissed me off is very simple. “Is this where you pay.?” asked a customer one day last week. The fact she had spent the previous ten minutes looking around the various counters about the store and then wandered under the SIX foot long sign which says “Please Pay Here” seemed to be totally alien to her.! Look honey, why not just go home. Put your feet up, pour yourself a nice large gin and down some barbituates. The worse that could happen is that you end up in a coma somewhere in a Belfast alleyway being touched up by some random tramp called Brian. Either way it would get you out of the public eye where you obviously don’t belong.
*Trevor Macdonalds*
And finally tonight we have Radio One. Now normally this is the part where people who “like” Chris Moyles switch off, but today the object of my undesirable hatred is not the great saviour (sorry I mean wanker) of Radio One, it is instead Miss Fern Cotton. I hated her when she used to present the chart show with a bloke called Reggie (a name only usually used for rats) but now she has taken over from Edith “I took over from Mark and Lard and made Bunny want to slit his throat with a fish knife” Bowman and I actually cannot wait until the day I finally hear that she has been ritually sacrificed by the few listeners with any kind of brain power who still listen to that bloody station.
I don’t understand how not only music but the way it is presented can have gone downhill so much. If it was still as it used to be then the music would still be shit but at least the bits in between the songs would liven your day up. Listening to Fern Cotton, Needaall (I cannot even be bothered to try and spell his name correctly), Scott Bloody Mills and Jo “I love this despite me not actually having any words in her vocabulary for “this sucks”, “why in hell would I listen to this” or “no” (which wouldn’t surprise me”)” Whiley make the world even worse than it is already.
Well that is my little rant time over… in the great scheme of things it really doesn’t seem too much but taking a look at the overall picture you must realise that I HATE these people. I want them to just go away and slowly die in a corner.
Preferably in America.