Archive for July, 2011

Anders Behring Breivik

Sunday, July 24th, 2011

The world is being lied to. This man appeared as if from nowhere and apparently killed lots of people on his own undertaking. This all smells of dead fish. DO NOT BELIEVE THE MEDIA OR THE GOVERNMENT. I don’t want to sound like I am being over the top “conspiracy theorist” but there is much information out there to suggest, prove even, that this is an operation set up by high level folks who seek to start either a war, a way of controlling millions of people through fear or simply a slow reduction in the population.

This is what the Russian people call a Maskirovka. Read the first 150 pages of Red Storm Rising and you will see how they set up a bombing to kill 7 children and blame it on a sleeper agent just to start a war. Don’t let yourselves be dragged into the tripe that the world’s press offers.

Sorry for the unusual blog but this is very important and no one in the press would ever dare to write anything other than “man kills lots of people” because THAT doesn’t sell newspapers. If you want any proof that the press talk crap 99% of the time then the recent News of the World hacking stories are perfect.

Stay safe guys, trust nothing you don’t see with your own eyes.!

Lightning Quickie

Friday, July 8th, 2011

Ryan Woolams… cable theft… lit himself up like a fucking Catherine wheel. Now he is dead.

 

Serves him bloody well right. Dick.

Every Little Thing She Does Is Tragic

Thursday, July 7th, 2011

Yes, yes I know… it is simply too long since my last post. Well that is not my fault. It seems time has been conspiring against me (I reckon Steven Hawking is behind it. If I catch up with him then I will break his legs (just kidding Mr H)). What with the refit and then a busy social calender (and spending more time that ever with Miss Chili) I just have not had time to come on here, talk total bollocks and rant about nothing in particular.

Saturday this week sees the birthday night out of Pouty (Dances with Corset Over Face) and so we shall be bouncing out into town, paddling through a sea of Grockles (it is T4 weekend after all) and hitting all the quality places around town… well we shall be going to buy some beer and spend the night chatting about who is going to go and buy the next pint whilst trying to avoid descending at high speed, head first, towards the floor.

Last time we went out as a big group (with me there) was a heck of a long time ago. I think my drunkeness virginity may have healed over. Sadly with places such as Phoenix and Hobbits unavailable we shall be wobbling into Strings (the tampon bar) and DBs (that place that is quite loud… DBs… decibels… oh never mind).  Chili, Hwang, Mandy and myself with join with Pouty to create one of those nights where hopefully no one vimtos over the carpet but plenty of daft photos and odd things are said and recorded for posterity.

Been a lovely few days actually. Had a little barbeque on Sunday night, just myself and Chili, sat on the terrace and enjoying the hot weather along with sausages and cigarettes. Chili bought a Venus Fly Trap and has named it Snappy… it now resides on my window sill where it can scoff whatever wanders in through the window. Oh and I cleared out my wardrobe creating a looooot of space but removing most of the black tops and massive trousers that are no longer a trademark  look for me. In with the slim fit shirts and the jeans that fit properly (well fit over my enormous cods, wink wink, nudge, nudge know what I mean.?!

I did also want to say thaaaank yoooou for the awful weather today. Heavy rain and interesting clouds makes for a happy Fluffy Bunny and along with watching them remove the final concrete lamp post from our section of road has kept me entertained. All the low pressure sodium street lights have now gone it appears and no longer will we all be bathed in yellow light as we wander home at many an hour or run to the door when it is cold and dark at 5pm in the winter. The white replacement lights seem so much more cold and unfamiliar. The price of progress I assume.

Does take me back to the days of walking home from town. I used to do it all the time until I finally realised that for just £4 I could be home in 5 minutes rather than spend 25 minutes titting around (and nowadays it’s far safer too).  Pacing home past Mac’s Garage and stopping in for £10 worth of Pepperami, Cheese Strings and other awful processed shite was always a favourite after a hard night of dancing in Uropa.!

So tis Saturday we shall look forward to. I hope to see you all there swigging meths and pretending not to know you have left your penis dangling out of the front of your slacks. Maybe you could be sat in a corner dribbling down your shirt as a close friend pushes several minks into your socks. I shall be armed with a camera, three large plates of turkey slices and a gun that only fires in Japanese so watch out. Oh and I may bring a straw to allow myself access to your drink from behind you when I am facing away from you, like a tramp in an Escher painting. Hehe. x

Enjoy.!