Wrongedness
I've got the f'king rage this evening. And I'm not even coming down off anything. I'm not.
I woke up this morning when my radio switched itself on and the first thing I heard was "due to the gales there are no Isle of Wight ferries running this morning." Hmm, I thought. Work don't know were I've been this weekend, they don't know I was in Reading & Thatcham. I could phone in and say I'd been to see my mum and was stuck. But, but, I did the decent thing.
I was up the shop earlier and I saw something which encapsulates all I believe is wrong with the world. Some ex Big Brotyher no-mark, Chantelle is on the cover of a tabloid magazine looking pleased as punch and stating how she got new bOObs to 'get a new man'. Clearly she's a deep woman, she doesn't want to rely on those ethereal things like her charm, personality and wit to get a chap, just a great big pair of JUGS. Now, I have nothing against jugs, in fact I'm a huge fan, but surely a relationship should be build upon a more solid foundation? And there's the rub (fnarr fnarr). Style is winning out over substance. We see it in our politicians, our 'celebs', work even where the people whose faces fit get noticed, not those can actually do a good job. It sucks. Sucks arse. The tits are winning. Viva les ( o Y o ).
But the day has been saved. Giz has booked this years holiday. On 19 June (my birthday) the Reykjavik crew hit Helsinki. Finland, you have no idea what's coming. Bring it on.
Back to the wine.
As you were.
I woke up this morning when my radio switched itself on and the first thing I heard was "due to the gales there are no Isle of Wight ferries running this morning." Hmm, I thought. Work don't know were I've been this weekend, they don't know I was in Reading & Thatcham. I could phone in and say I'd been to see my mum and was stuck. But, but, I did the decent thing.
I was up the shop earlier and I saw something which encapsulates all I believe is wrong with the world. Some ex Big Brotyher no-mark, Chantelle is on the cover of a tabloid magazine looking pleased as punch and stating how she got new bOObs to 'get a new man'. Clearly she's a deep woman, she doesn't want to rely on those ethereal things like her charm, personality and wit to get a chap, just a great big pair of JUGS. Now, I have nothing against jugs, in fact I'm a huge fan, but surely a relationship should be build upon a more solid foundation? And there's the rub (fnarr fnarr). Style is winning out over substance. We see it in our politicians, our 'celebs', work even where the people whose faces fit get noticed, not those can actually do a good job. It sucks. Sucks arse. The tits are winning. Viva les ( o Y o ).
But the day has been saved. Giz has booked this years holiday. On 19 June (my birthday) the Reykjavik crew hit Helsinki. Finland, you have no idea what's coming. Bring it on.
Back to the wine.
As you were.
posted by phylos @ 20:58
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