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Well. We were going to go to the Community Bonfire night, which was this evening... unfortunately, the weather had other ideas, and pissed it down continuously all bloody day. I think it's just about stopped now, but the field where it's held would be a swamp by now. Even if it hasn't been cancelled, it would have been very dreary and slippy, so we decided not to go. Poot. I love Bonfire Night. Plus, we usually have chums over for it and we don't this year, which is slightly depressing.
Also, I'm slightly annoyed that, on getting a whiff of the power that En-Masse whingeing over something they haven't heard and doesn't affect them can have over the pussies at the BBC, The Daily Arsefuck has decided to go after Frankie Boyle, over a silly, irreverent and bloody hilarious joke he made about our Vinegar Titted Kraut of a Monarch TWO YEARS AGO. The joke is two years old, and nobody complained about it at the time. Apparently four complaints were lodged after the repeat, at 10pm the other night - probably all from the one reporter that the Heil had got to trawl the airwaves for the next thing they could kick up a shitstorm about. There are far more terrible things going on, people!
I have decided to pander to the Daily Hate, however. I am going to see if I can get them to start a campaign of indignant complaint against this Blog, since they clearly have nothing better to do. I shall be signing off my entries with Mail-baiting soundbites for the next week, and am going to see what happens.
I fucked Margaret Thatcher, during my cocaine years. And once I've found out whichever Vampire it was that sired the Vampire that sired her, I'm going to sing him a little song all about it. Mwah-ha-ha-haaaa!!!
Also, I'm slightly annoyed that, on getting a whiff of the power that En-Masse whingeing over something they haven't heard and doesn't affect them can have over the pussies at the BBC, The Daily Arsefuck has decided to go after Frankie Boyle, over a silly, irreverent and bloody hilarious joke he made about our Vinegar Titted Kraut of a Monarch TWO YEARS AGO. The joke is two years old, and nobody complained about it at the time. Apparently four complaints were lodged after the repeat, at 10pm the other night - probably all from the one reporter that the Heil had got to trawl the airwaves for the next thing they could kick up a shitstorm about. There are far more terrible things going on, people!
I have decided to pander to the Daily Hate, however. I am going to see if I can get them to start a campaign of indignant complaint against this Blog, since they clearly have nothing better to do. I shall be signing off my entries with Mail-baiting soundbites for the next week, and am going to see what happens.
I fucked Margaret Thatcher, during my cocaine years. And once I've found out whichever Vampire it was that sired the Vampire that sired her, I'm going to sing him a little song all about it. Mwah-ha-ha-haaaa!!!
