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I've got my own Red Meat based comic that some people seem to like.
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» Social Networking Gaffes
Open mouth, insert... something
One of the women at work was nattering on about her kids and how she vets internet sites before she allows them to join. I'm nodding and "Mm-hm?"ing and not really paying attention.
"They want to join a party site, I forget what it's called now but I need to check it - is it faceparty?"
"No, you're thinking of lemonparty."
I got a bit of a shouting at the following day. I mean, it's not like she doesn't KNOW I'm a complete bastard.
(Fri 12th Sep 2008, 7:55, More)
Open mouth, insert... something
One of the women at work was nattering on about her kids and how she vets internet sites before she allows them to join. I'm nodding and "Mm-hm?"ing and not really paying attention.
"They want to join a party site, I forget what it's called now but I need to check it - is it faceparty?"
"No, you're thinking of lemonparty."
I got a bit of a shouting at the following day. I mean, it's not like she doesn't KNOW I'm a complete bastard.
(Fri 12th Sep 2008, 7:55, More)
» Turning into your parents
You're not turning into your parents until
you're on a night out and see a policeman -
and get less nervous.
(Wed 6th May 2009, 17:43, More)
You're not turning into your parents until
you're on a night out and see a policeman -
and get less nervous.
(Wed 6th May 2009, 17:43, More)
» Unexpected Nudity
I remember my first mars bar
It was unexpectedly nougat-y.
(Mon 1st Jun 2009, 10:28, More)
I remember my first mars bar
It was unexpectedly nougat-y.
(Mon 1st Jun 2009, 10:28, More)
» Hypocrisy
Governmental Hypocrisy on a grand scale
It's not terribly surprising that a politician might be a little hypocritical, but this takes the biscuit.
In summary:
Jacqui Smith - Home Secretary and Champion of multiple Snitch On Your Neighbours Schemes - has been snitched on by her neighbours.
Apparently she's received £116,000 expenses by claiming that a bedroom in her sisters house is her primary residence and so the taxpayer must shell out for the house in Redditch that her husband and kids live in. But neighbours of her sister have reported that she's hardly ever there.
Benefit Fraud Hotline strikes again!
(Mon 23rd Feb 2009, 18:10, More)
Governmental Hypocrisy on a grand scale
It's not terribly surprising that a politician might be a little hypocritical, but this takes the biscuit.
In summary:
Jacqui Smith - Home Secretary and Champion of multiple Snitch On Your Neighbours Schemes - has been snitched on by her neighbours.
Apparently she's received £116,000 expenses by claiming that a bedroom in her sisters house is her primary residence and so the taxpayer must shell out for the house in Redditch that her husband and kids live in. But neighbours of her sister have reported that she's hardly ever there.
Benefit Fraud Hotline strikes again!
(Mon 23rd Feb 2009, 18:10, More)
» Pubs
The Legendary Christmas Singalong
Sitting in the Golden Lion on Christmas Eve with my friends, surveying a pub full of teenagers. With a complete disregard for the age of the clientele, I'd hit the jukebox hard with stuff I liked, including Faith No More's "Epic" (it was a damn good jukebox).
My selections reached a crescendo of showing-my-age with the final one, The Monkees "Daydream Believer". I was a little worried that a pub full of pubescent scrotes would scent me out as the purveyor of this sixties pablum and tear me limb from limb.
Instead, the entire pubsworth of people - whose parents were almost certainly spotty teenagers when it last charted - burst into song:
I get HIGH neath the WINGS
of the BLUEBIRD as she SINGS
the SIX O'CLOCK alarm NEVER rings
but SHE RINGS and I RISE
wipe THE SLEEP out of MY EYES
the SHAVING RAZOR's cold, and IT STINGS.
the harmonies of 60 people all shouting
"CHEER UP SLEEPY JEAN"
in ever so slightly different keys sent chills up my spine. Somehow everybody in the entire pub knew every word to a song that was a hit in Decemver 1967. The sense of cameraderie by the time the song finished has not yet been surpassed.
(Thu 5th Feb 2009, 21:44, More)
The Legendary Christmas Singalong
Sitting in the Golden Lion on Christmas Eve with my friends, surveying a pub full of teenagers. With a complete disregard for the age of the clientele, I'd hit the jukebox hard with stuff I liked, including Faith No More's "Epic" (it was a damn good jukebox).
My selections reached a crescendo of showing-my-age with the final one, The Monkees "Daydream Believer". I was a little worried that a pub full of pubescent scrotes would scent me out as the purveyor of this sixties pablum and tear me limb from limb.
Instead, the entire pubsworth of people - whose parents were almost certainly spotty teenagers when it last charted - burst into song:
I get HIGH neath the WINGS
of the BLUEBIRD as she SINGS
the SIX O'CLOCK alarm NEVER rings
but SHE RINGS and I RISE
wipe THE SLEEP out of MY EYES
the SHAVING RAZOR's cold, and IT STINGS.
the harmonies of 60 people all shouting
"CHEER UP SLEEPY JEAN"
in ever so slightly different keys sent chills up my spine. Somehow everybody in the entire pub knew every word to a song that was a hit in Decemver 1967. The sense of cameraderie by the time the song finished has not yet been surpassed.
(Thu 5th Feb 2009, 21:44, More)