Archive for January, 2007

Dave Ling

January 31, 2007

Dave, Biff and some bananas

I’ve got into reading Dave Ling’s diary recently. Dave’s a proper hairy music journo from the thunder days of rock, not like the fly-by-night shysters you get nowadays (such as m’self). As well as his rather hypnotic diary (shitter about those chickens Dave, hope Bob enjoyed the snow etc.), there’s some of Dave’s proper rock articles and loads of photos of Dave in varying degrees of hairstyle standing next to actual genuine rock people like Lemmy. Here’s a link to Dave’s diary and I’ve whacked a link to his site proper over to my right. Dave Ling! Zeig Heil!

http://www.daveling.co.uk/diary.htm

Up At The Crack

January 31, 2007

Thought I’d point you in the direction of this magnificent album cover featured on CR’s website as part of their shit album cover series. I’ve never seen Boned’s Up At The Crack before … Spinal Tap’s Smell The Glove springs to mind for some reason …

http://www.classicrockmagazine.com/page/classicrock?entry=none_more_dodgy

*No doubt writing ‘Up At The Crack’ invites all sorts of unsavoury types to start circling the wagons … PERVERTS!

An Invitation To Barry Gibb Off Of The BeeGees

January 31, 2007

Dear Barry

I’m forming a BeeGees tribute act next Friday with Noel Edmonds. We  (Noel, my wife and I) were wondering if you’d like to join? We’re  planning on calling ourselves ‘The ThreeGees’ in honour of  yourselves, and it would be a real coup if we could get you on  board (imagine the look on Bjorn Again’s faces if we bumped into  ‘em in Asda eh Barry?). I can’t offer you the role of Barry, Barry, as I’ve bagsied that  myself, but you can be either of the other two – don’t worry about  Noel, he’ll get what he gets given and be grateful for it into the  bargain!

Oh, and Noel was wondering if I can have a lend of some white  flared trousers? I did have a pair but they were ruined when an old  woman in a bus shelter attacked me with a jar full of spiders.

Yours respectfully

B P Perry esq.

P.S. I can get hold of a Transit van, if this helps to sway your  decision.

Barry and his two brothers Robert and Mildred

Millionaire!

January 31, 2007

Ha ha! At last I can show my true colours and tell you feckless dregs to go to hell in a handcart! I’m a millionaire, d’ye hear? Rich beyond my wildest dreams

THE LOTTERY DEPARTMENT UK.
2 Garden Close,PE9 2YP, London
Ref  : UK/776090X2/23
Batch: 013/05/8394369

Dear Winner

This is to inform you that Your e-mail address attached to ticket number: 56475600545188 with Serial number 5368/02   which subsequently won you the lottery in  the 1st category i.e match 6 plus bonus . You have therefore been approved  to claim a total sum of  £2,696,385 (Britain pounds sterlings) this promotion was held on the 29TH January 2007 in London Uk.The selection process was carried out through random selection in Our computerized email selection system (ess) from a database of over 250,000 email addresses drawn from which you were selected.

The UK. Lottery is approved by the British Gaming Board. To begin the Processing of your prize you are to contact our fiduciary/Claimsdepartment for more information as regards procedures to claim your prize.

Agents Name: Mr. Edison Walker
Email: uklottery_claimsofficeuk@yahoo.co.uk
Tel:+ 44 7011140016
Fax:+44  870 912 4292

Contact him by sending him with the under listedinformation below:

1.Name. 2.Address. 3.Nationality. 4.Age. 5.Occupation. 6.Phone/Fax.

PAYMENT MODE: OPTIONS
1. Bank to Bank Wire Transfer.
2. Certified cheque made out in your name couriered to you via our  Affiliate
Courier Company and will be delivered to your address.

Cordially,
Rose Wood
Online Co-ordinator
U.K NATIONAL LOTTERY
Sweepstakes International Program.

Well news like this deserves a quick response …

Dear The Lottery

Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssss! Get in! Two million smacker-fucking-roonies and more! Suck my fucking cock I’m a fucking millionaire … GOAL!!

This is what I’m spending the fucking money on:

A whore to piss on my face
A gun so I can kill as many fucking animals as I damn-well please
A whore to piss on my mate’s face
A gold boat
A contract killer to slay my enemies
A banjo

Send me the cheque motherfuckers and I’ll sort out the motherfucking money transfer, you see if I don’t.

OH YESSSSSSSS!

BPP
 

See you in Barbados slaves!

NSFW Russian Roulette

January 30, 2007

Instead of doing something useful with my time (such as working), I’ve spent my day devising a new and potentially career-destroying game for you office drones to play. I’ve named it NSFW Russian Roulette and the rules are pretty simple …

Below are six web adresses. Five of these will take you to sites your boss won’t mind you looking at, but one will send you rocketing down the information superhighway and land you, arse-up, on the sackable shores of internet pornography. There’s six bullets in this fucking chamber and you’ve got to pull the trigger five times … care to try your luck comrade?

http://www.photobox.co.uk/album/album_photo.html?c_photo=1065597183

http://www.photobox.co.uk/album/album_photo.html?c_photo=1065597184

http://www.photobox.co.uk/album/album_photo.html?c_photo=1065597185

http://www.photobox.co.uk/album/album_photo.html?c_photo=1065597186

http://www.photobox.co.uk/album/album_photo.html?c_photo=1065597188

http://www.photobox.co.uk/album/album_photo.html?c_photo=1065597192

Search Engine

January 30, 2007

Hey hey! The internet sex desperadoes are gathering. Today’s top search terms (according to this ‘ere site’s statistics) are women having sex, sex, SEX, young, tits and mike cox (don’t ask me). Yesterday the filth-mongers were after sex, hardcore sex, sex with girls and men with moustaches (one for the ladies there, I fancy).

And yes, I understand that by writing this out I’m only encouraging ‘em.

Baggage

January 30, 2007

Some little fucker nicked the other ‘alf’s handbag last night. They’re now the proud owner of a mobile phone that’s been cancelled, a load o’ cards that’ve been cancelled, some make-up (not sure if you can cancel make-up), a nail-file, and a purse with about £3 in it. Hardly the Great Train Robbery is it?

And muggins ‘ere got a text message at four in the morning (afore she cancelled said mobile) tellin’ me the other ‘alf had been banging away with some bloke at work and it was all over, boo-hoo. Problem is, the other ‘alf works at home (for some financial company or something – I don’t like to pry) so the bloke she’s been banging away at would be me – logically.

So it’s all smiles here, as you can imagine. I’ve been on the phone to the rozzers (who were next to useless, surprise surprise), ‘er indoors has been on to the Boots Advantage people, e-mails have been sent out to friends ‘n’ family telling ‘em any snotty messages aint originating from our end etc etc etc. Fun ‘n’ fucking games.

And if, by some bizarre coincidence, you’re the motherfucker wot stole m’lady’s handbag – well, enjoy that make-up ye robbin’ bastard ye.

Global Warming

January 29, 2007

Global warming – you either think it’s here or you don’t. For every tree-hugging eco-fuck-knuckle who screams from the hills that we’re all doomed to fry, there’s a coal-burnin’, gas-guzzlin’ sonofabitch who denies point-blank that the Earth’s dying on its arse and that this hot spell we’ve been enjoying for the last twenty odd years is a blip on the planet’s geological record, don’t you know. What you rarely hear above the din of the nay-sayers and yay-sayers is the opinion of types such as m’self, which is this:

Happy to acknowledge Global Warming exists … just couldn’t actually give a fuck that it does.

Let me explain …

I don’t recycle because I couldn’t give a fuck if we all run out of plastic and the human race is reduced to scrabbling around on rubbish tips looking for old nappies – fuck ‘em, they probably deserved it anyway. I don’t save water – I waste it, actively – because if we all end up in a big fucking war over the last drop left on Earth … well I’ll just die and so will everyone else … so fuck it. If we run out of oil because I’ve wasted it all leaving lightbulbs on all night and televisions permanently on stand-by, fuck it – I’m happy to join in on a Mad Max-style rampage and take other, weaker, people’s stuff off ‘em in whatever apocalyptic future we end up in. And I aint bending over backwards to leave something for future generations … why should I? What are they leaving for me eh? Fuck all, that’s what … so fuck ‘em – let ‘em burn or become cannibals or what-have-you, I’m past caring if some fucking kid I’ve never met has oxygen … should have been born earlier … fuck ‘em.

“You heartless bastard,” you cry! “How could you be so reckless with the planet’s future?”

Fuck it

Poor Girl …

January 29, 2007

Africa’s a hell of a place to live … ’specially if you’re a young lady who’s only possession in this cruel world is 5.5 million dollars …

FROM MIRIAM
RUE 6 BP 01COCODY ABIDJAN
COTE D IVOIRE.

DEAREST ONE,

I KNOW MY MESSAGE WILL COME TO YOU AS A SURPRISE SINCE I DONT KNOW YOU IN PERSON OR MET WITH YOU BEFORE BUT AM OF THE BELIVE THAT YOU WOULD BE OBLIGED TO COME TO MY ASSISTANCE AFTER HEARING ABOUT MY SITUATION.
   I AM MIRIAM KOLO,18 YEAR OLD GIRL, I WAS FORMELY A MEDICAL STUDENT OF UNIVERSITY OF ABIDJAN,IVORY COAST WEST AFRICA.LATE LAST YEAR OCTOBER 2006,THE REBELS IN MY COUNTRY STRUCK OUR TOWNSHIP AND KILL MY PARENTS BECAUSE MY FATHER WAS AN OPPOSITION LEADER TO THE PRESIDENT OF MY COUNTRY IVORY COAST .BEFORE HIS DEATH HE HAS $5.5 M USD (Five Million , FiveHundred Thousand dollars.)IN A DOMICILIARY ACCOUNT WITH A BANK IN COTE D IVOIRE WHICH I AM THE NEXT OF KIN.

PLEASE I NEED YOUR ASSISTANCE IN THE FOLLOWING WAYS.

1)TO SERVE AS THE GUARDIAN OF THIS FUND SINCE I AM ONLY 18.
2)TO PROVIDE A BANK ACCOUNT WHERE THIS MONEY WOULD BE TRANSFERRED TO.
3)TO MAKE ARRANGEMENT FOR ME TO COME OVER AFTER THIS MONEY IS TRANSFERRED TO COMPLETE MY STUDIES.
4)TO LOOK FOR A GOOD VENTURE WHERE THIS MONEY WILL BE INVESTED,I AM WILLING TO OFFER YOU 20% OF TH TOTAL SUM AS COMPENSATION OF YOUR EFFORT AND 5% FOR ANY OTHER EXPENCE YOU MADE AFTER A SUCCESFUL TRANSFER.

THANKS AND GOD BLESS YOU
SINCERELY
MIRIAM

O’course … being the philanthropic type, I was only too willing to come to the aid of this damsel-in-distress, after a fashion …

Miriam

My apologies for not replying to your e-mail straight away – I’ve an in-growing toenail on my foot that’s been giving me gyp since Friday, and I’ve spent the weekend working away at the bugger with the business end of a Stanley Knife. Thankfully I managed to wrench the offending nail loose during Top Gear – not such great news for my other half, sadly, as she took a direct hit in the eye and had to spend the rest of the night up to her ears in Optrex.

Sorry to hear about your parents being murdered by those rebels – though on the upside Christmas must be cheap … every cloud and all that! Actually, my mother foolishly cleared off to Africa on safari once and went down with the most frightful stomach-ache that my father (whoreson gadabout that he is) reliably informed me put the old bird out of action, sex-wise, for a month! Your Dark Continent’s best avoided, I reckon.

Anyway that’s by the by … these things you need doing – I’d be only too happy to oblige as long as you don’t mind me:

1. Stealing your money and using it to open a pizza restaurant where pizza is strictly OFF THE MENU
2. Abusing my position as your legal guardian … I’m a sexual man, Miriam, m’dear, and if I’m scratching your back, you’re damn-well scratching mine (and by that I don’t mean my ACTUAL back) – comprende?
3. Making you use your extensive medical knowledge to cure my elderly grandfather of his distressing anal problems. He’s a ‘hands-on’ man, Miriam, I warn you now, and his arse has caused many a medical professional to shriek and die when unleashed from its hell-spawned underpants.

If these terms are alright with you, please don’t hesitate to reply. I’m not available Fridays, mind, as I spend them shooting children and generally being disagreeable.

Yours

Brigadier-General Sir BP Perry VC (ret’d)

Tooth

January 29, 2007

The devil take this tooth! I feel I’m being unduly punished for the sins my younger (and stupider) self committed. How was I to know that spending the best part o’ two decades drinking a staggering amount of alcohol combined with a sixty-a-day smoking habit would result in such dental privation? When I started smoking there were no warnings on the packet to take heed of (and even the ones they have nowadays are no bloody use … I’ve never been pregnant in m’life), so how was I to know that all my bloody teeth’d fall out? I was only tryin’ to impress the ladies, m’lud.

And if you’re reading this Tim Durant – where’s my BMW photograph then eh? I only asked for it four fucking hours ago you lazy bloody bastard. No doubt you’re out doing wheel-spins with your bloody mates from Tits And Cars International … well it aint good enough d’ye hear? Damn you, you blasted jackanapes!