
Another thing that disappointed me about this whole episode was the sorry headlines the tabloids came up with the day after the crash. You've got a plane called 777, lucky or unlucky passengers depending on your point of view, returning from China and a hero co-pilot called Coward and all they came up with was: "Coward is a Hero" and " Coward becomes a Hero" and variations there of. What a load of shit. My headline would have been ....."Nonce prevents voyeuristic death fest for the rest of us"
Speaking of China, what's Gordon Brown playing at visiting them? Since when was nurturing inter-species relations a priority? I didn't see that in the Labour Party manifesto. As far as I'm concerned I wouldn't want the British Government having anything to do with that lot until they start making safer toys. I think the sooner Gordon Brown is involved in a hideous fire ball of a plane crash the better we'll all be; humans and aliens.
If I have to hear one more fucking time how our we're all basking in an economic Shangri-La I'll swallow my own tongue and end my time on this Earth while the humans are still in charge. I'm no economist, I did study it at College, but I spent most of my time playing battle ships with my mate Dave...but anyway I do know that an economy built on credit will collapse around us eventually and we'll all cry and end up eating Gruel like Oliver Twist.

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You may have heard that I won the Pigeons game tonight. Oh yes. Second time running if you please. It all appeared to be almost a normal game comparatively speaking though. It was kind of eerie really. There was, you know, just sort of normal play really. I ...er..well I won anyway so that's all I've got to say really. I know, I'm scared too. It's like how it goes all calm before a category 5 storm destroys a city. I'm scared of turning up for the next one.
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No wonder no New York fans have turned up. You'd cheer a touchdown and instead of getting your arse kicked like in any other stadium they'd shove you in the back of a pick-up truck, take you to their home dungeon and tie you to a metal bed with your own tendons for a year and cut your knob off and starve you and stuff and only Anthony Hopkins would know who the kidnapper was or something.

It's quite late now but I'm having coffee if you please. I've come to using organic milk and it makes swirly patterns in the coffee. I've been using it to aid my soothsaying. This morning my latte told me I was due to have a boob job, but then I added sugar and I read that I was being lied to.

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