What on earth was going on with the weather today.? There was a mini tornado along my road a few hours ago, very scary, with the wind and rain and hailstones going in all directions accompanied by leaves and bits flying through the air like someone had got a big bag of stuff and was scattering it in front of one of those large fans they use on Casualty to make Charlie’s hair blow around when he looks pensive in outside shots.
Talking of television, the BBC has been told off for their story line on “Waterloo Road”, the iffy Grange Hill-esque programme about life in a school (not a patch on Teachers though). You see a group of pupils in the programme got pissed up on neat ethanol, a stupid thing to do, which resulted in much pain and sitting in Accident and Emergency for a while to regain their sight and sober up.
Now the reason the BBC (one of those companies that always pisses me off, maybe it is because they insist on keeping shit DJs like FUCKING MOYLES on Radio One) got a bollocking was because a group of real life kiddies, having watched said show, got hold of a bucketload of neat alcohol from a school science lab (which in itself is ridiculous, what ever happened to locks on cupboards, in my school days you couldn’t even get a piece of chalk without three tumbler locks and a padlock the size of your hairy fist being opened by some Lab Assistant). They then copied the programme and mixed it with Ribena, Toothkind I hope so it doesn’t rot their little tossie-pegs, and then drank it.
The BBC were lamblasted as being irresponsible because they showed the act of necking stolen chemicals and the aftermath of such stupidity. No one appears to have pointed out that these dumb fucks in real life obviously watched the programme but chose to ignore the implications of pouring neat alcohol down your gullet. Why has no one mentioned that there is a cause and effect thing going on there. They saw it, they copied half of it and then moaned when they became ill. It’s a bit like Mr Ap Rees moaning “Oh no one told me that the Tropicana would fall through again”.
Thankfully, for them but not for me as I am a taxpayer and their hospital stay was paid for partly by me, they survived. That is the trouble with the modern age, medicine to prevent the culling of stupid people by nature. If this was 1930 then they would have heard about it on the wireless and then removed themselves from the gene pool of England by 3.30pm the following day.
and on the subject of bad gene pools…
…Jeremy Kyle, from the 20th of November. Words fail me. That last story about the 63 year old guy who was fed up of his 25 year old girlfriend beating him up, lying to him and putting it about. Fucking hell, did you SEE that woman.? It was like something from Little Britain. She was the chaviest, most offensively faced sponger that the world has ever bought into being. Greasy lank hair, bright pink slacks, she looked like a slappy bulldog chomping on a brick covered in wasps and nettles. He was getting annoyed because she was shagging men and women in his bed and couldn’t get it into his skull that she was only in it for the money. He kept saying “I want to help her, she has had a bad life”…
… how.?? She obviously hasn’t worked a day ever, she spends it drinking cider in a park somewhere, she fucks every guy in sight and is a typical council estate princess from ‘oop north. She is loving every bloody second of her life, all at the expense of us and him, the dopey old git. Now in a perfect world she would be knocked down by a speeding tax inspector as she leaves the studio, but alas, I bet that never happened.
And now as the rain lashes down once again and I turn my heater up a little, listening to what appears to be fireworks but could be someone shelling Cardiff (or Korma induced wind somewhere in Weston), I must be off.
“Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain”.
PS thanks to Hwang, as usual, for his moving the site to a new and faster server… seems to have done the trick. Maybe I should upload some home movies from the household of Kerry Katona to say thanks… or not.
