08/12/2011
07/12/2011
06/12/2011
The Time of Your Life
Thursdays look really hot.
Isn't a line of people a sequence? What's the difference?
Cowboy hats?
Hope you can keep up hoody boy.
05/12/2011
Police State
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What about Michael Bublé and Ghost Poet? What about Grime artistes? And people of a Dubstep persuasion? What about them? Can't they turn right as well? What about Susan Boyle? Do we also persecute her? Fascist Bastards! Give the gift of Michael Bublé this holiday season. |
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Fascist Bastards
03/12/2011
02/12/2011
The Stately Homes of Thornton Heath
One day, I too wish to be a person of quality able to grace such a stately pile.
Oh! To be one of the select few to enter into the inner sanctum of Scratchley Hall. To hob nob with the elite and kow tow with the grandees of Thornton Heath.
I bet they only use the finest of pork luncheon meat in their sandwiches, dainty slivers of processed meat tucked between the lightest, fluffiest Mother's Pride. Moistened with the merest hint of margarine, and not just any margarine mind, it has to be the best...
...Stork.
I bet they also cut the crusts off their sandwiches.
I wonder what they do with the crusts? I hope they don't feed them to the peasants. You know what peasants are like.
Look what happened to Marie Antoinette, She lost her head poor child.
Mind you she did use to shop at Asda.
Served her right, the slag.
01/12/2011
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