Saturday, 10 November 2012

No news is good news

Chucking it dahn at the Castle this morn, the butler is feeding the furnace with fat, carbon neutral teenagers at the speed of time, and the study is about half finished, after three trips to the "recycling centre", four bags of non-recycling stuff, half a gallon of couloured wall stuff, two hundred trips up and dahn the stairs I am knackered, the left hip has decided that it wants a holiday, I have used two tubes of that well known stuff (which targets pain and has anti agony stuff in it) on my back I have managed to crawl dahn to the sofa to put fingers to keyboard only to find that there is bugger all to post about.

Where has all the "interesting" stuff gorn?

All I can find is:


Which means bugger all to us despite the billions of dollars and hundreds of hours of BBC air time spent on it.

To spend a couple of weeks sitting in the "jungle" eating maggots and crapping next to the Koala bears in the woods rather than doing her fucking job which she is royally paid to do.

Apparently the whip has been withdrawn which is a shame because she deserves a good flogging.

Which seems to be publishing lists of people who are not connected to the Catholic Priests preference for buggering and fiddling with children at all.
And has allededly attended the Launch of said Ginger Rodent ale by Cairngorm Brewery in Aviemore, and even promised to take a couple of bottles back to Westminster for Harriet Harman.
Oh har fucking har, maybe he would be better orf sitting in his plush office sorting out the fucking economy...
and finally:
With a bit of luck he will wander orf into the outback and disappear...

Where the grazing is much better.
And today's thought:
Hello; and where are you from?


Bernard said...

No news?
I was expecting you to pick up on this -
“The people of Cornwall, or some of them, want to change the name of Brown Willy on Bodmin Moor. So what is to become of Great Cockup and Little Cockup in Cumbria; Crapstone, Devon; Penistone, South Yorkshire; Brokenwind, Aberdeenshire; Shitterton, Dorset; North Piddle, Worcestershire; Nether Peover, Cheshire; Slack Bottom, West Yorkshire; Pratts Bottom, Kent; and Titty Hill in West Sussex?”

And talking of Brown Willies, old Gordon turns out to be a far bigger skiver than our Nardine.

Rather her than me!
The "Bush Tucker Eating Trials" include eating roasted tarantulas, kangaroo testicles, crocodile penis, raw fish eyes, blended rats and mice tails.
Even Wesley would turn his nose up at that lot.

A K Haart said...

"Charlie and his old Nag has fucked orf somewhere just as warm"

Funny that - just when it's getting a bit chilly.

Angus Dei said...

Missed that one Bernard the news hound, as for brown willies-serves 'em right for sunbathing in the nude:)

But we do have some wonderful place names in dear old Blighty.

As for Dorries Dahn Unda, I will break the habit of a lifetime and vote every day to keep her in the jungle for as long as possible:)

Gord is of course doing what he does best-bugger all...

"They" do seem to have a habit of migrating Sarf for the winter AK.

Bernard said...

You actually watch these programs Angus? :o
I was just reading her side of the argument as to why she is doing it -

Angus Dei said...

Nah Bernard the box watcher, never watched any of them including, that dancing thing, the x fucked up do-dah or ant other "real life" thingies, I found the phone number on the interweb thingy and will vote every day:)

Just read her column whatsit, what a load of old bollocks, she is only there to be seen and maybe get offered a few jobs in the "media" so that she can dump politics for stardom!

Bernard said...

Agree entirely Angus the abstainer, but I cannot blame her for looking for another job - for in 2015 she is certainly going to lose her current one.
(Bollocks or not, I bet she bangs like a shit-house door in a force nine gale -as we used to say at school.) :O

Angus Dei said...

Hopefully Bernard the banger:)on both counts, but it is a must watch tonight...