A poem for europe. |
Well, that was it, no more would I floss.The dentist says it is important. Pompus twat. After last night he'd be lucky I even brush my teeth. Or use mouthwash. Or even stick a ...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Oct 2007 17:38:00 GMT |
A Distant Vignette |
I wrote a script for a new TV show recently, sent it to Channel 4, they're picking it up in the autumn to fill Big Brother's gap, here, have a look at the first episode:(ext: Day. Two men are standi...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 13:02:00 GMT |
Dicing with Dip |
"I'm just gonna go ahead and say it Barb, I can't not say anything about this anymore." Barb licked the rough granules of salt she'd just discovered in the deep welts between her fingers. Her ...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Aug 2007 05:15:00 GMT |
Everyone should just die in a fire |
TV has gone mad, apparently it's adopted the rule of the ghetto and if you ain't keepin' it real 'yo then you deserve to get shot up real good (Eamon) holmes.I am of course referring to the recent d...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Aug 2007 05:55:00 GMT |
Living with Mr Giggles |
Suddenly, the sound of a trumpet in the hallway, a hand on the doorknob, a face, partially obscured by a balloon, he enters the room, tumbling down the stairs from the mezzanine entrance laughing as...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Jul 2007 05:00:00 GMT |
Steve's Bumper Review of Hollyoaks April 3rd 2007 |
"Shit", I think, "Hollyoaks is on and I'm supposed to be making dinner."I consider what to do, but in an instant I've made up my mind; "Oh well, it's only quiche" I think nonchalantly, and then r...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Apr 2007 10:32:00 GMT |
neeeeroooooom |
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Posted by on Sat, 02 Dec 2006 07:21:00 GMT |
I picked the Pastrami |
Another misery of working life is the predictable panic over what to do at lunch. An allotted time period where you are expected to down tools and feast upon reprocessed ham sheathed in a slice ...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Oct 2006 04:54:00 GMT |
Lime Green Tangerine |
Make no mistake, leaf no stone uncoaxed in it's uncovering, the summer is here and its MAKA ME BE A BITTA QUEER. I've been cultivating a brain stew today in the sun, it's surrounded by a delicio...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Jul 2006 19:49:00 GMT |
i want to break free |
Pass the gin, it's a sloe day. Man, is it ever hot outside, the sun - a foreign, decidedly abstract concept for Manchester - has shown up and blown his load in our pasty whiney faces. It w...
Posted by on Fri, 05 May 2006 07:44:00 GMT |
