The Fish

so does the UPS bloke, but I aint paying £8 to watch him tell a joke.

well.. I did precisely not enough work tonight, spent too much time making playlists to listen to while I work.....

indicates with his hissy fit that I struck a nerve. which is ironic as normally, hippy types like he, are not so prone to bouts of histrionics

oh don't get me wrong there are some terrible comedians, Roy Chubby Brown for one. He's not a funny man, he's a funny 12 year old boy who just got fatter and more odious he's the comedian Jo Brand seems to emulate most, to my mind.

is a god damned hippy

the spiral staircases spiral the way they do so defending soldier types can swing their sword easier... as long as they're right handed of course.

it seems it's not just women who aren't funny....

never found comediennes laugh out loud funny and I've seen a few. I think a lot of them try to conform to male stereotypical comedy, being crude and obnoxious, Jo Brand is a prime example. I've never laughed at Jo Brands jokes, I find her just simply a common crude fat bitter woman. There's a short comedienne from London who makes me titter, but I think it's the shock factor that someone so teeny tiny can be so dirty. Also she was chatting with me and my mates before and after the gig because we were "The friendliest and least "Bunny in the headlight" looking bunch of studenty types" Which I think was a compliment. She of course picked us out during the comedy and thoroughly made our night with japery etc., but then the headliner came on and was laugh out loud funny. basically, men can make men and women laugh, women can either make women associate and chuckle or they can pretend to be men.

no, not all bastards. You're a delightful mathematical-shape-I-cannot-describe of randomness. The trip was ok, didn't acheive the objective, but got an answer which is sometimes just as good. I discovered that you can get quite far in a foregin country by looky scowly and mean, people think you're local and either leave you alone or ask you for directions. I don't look parisian at all.... do I? the way to spot a frenchman seems to be the nose and the way he smokes.. I don't smoke and my nose is distinctly British so it must have been the aloof-ivity of my gait I like using the word gait. anyhoo I'm REALLY tired and can't sleep so... erm... her'es a thought Tea is a diarrhoetic.

would be well advised to avoid Charles de Gaulle airport.

big jesses tbh

has confused me with someone who could give a rats crap about international football.

because before it was quite quite tame was it not. ... why are you now a Shrew, in my head?

intriguingly knew automatically the nature and origin of Bukakke

is closed to uncovering my plot to have all threads entangled and chaoticpurely to have the joy of repeating the following phrase "oh, what a tangled web we weave when at first we practise Bukakke"

sould know that the "listening to.." thread inspires much naughtiness and acts of brigandery from me

fancies himself, a bit of a ladies man. which is close to the truth, only a few letters here and there and it would be entirely correct

I would consider it a life lived if it were filled with days that was stacked each side of the scales

is there anything that you two won't deride?

should know I just beat west brom in the FA cup.... in a game.... which makes me a silly Ghananian with a bad hairdo

missed out a letter and in so doing spawned Gunjarget-tharurulnesqulpinge the God of missing letters

I stayed in with my girly housemates and worked on a practical report while they payed drinking games and got progressively dishevelled. I was then roped into being the Sultan of Spin, now while you and I may have mistaken this for perhaps a wee jaunt into the wonderful world of cool pseudonym-ed D-J's like Fat Boy Slim and Mr Scruff, it was, instead, simply the task of flicking the Twister Spinner and calling out the designated body part and colour... now small and petty men may have misused the trust and grown power hungry when faced with this responsibility. One would imagine they would deliberate and asess the most inconvenient limb and coressponding hue, forcing the aforementioned inebriated ladies into the most perplexing and... dare I say provocative of stance for mere amusement... if I said I didn't do this a little I'd be lying.... so I won't say it instead I'll say that phrase that rattled around my head for the hour or so, that the game took up. Booooobies"

never feels the need to get out of first gear

is right in his assesment of my "sick bastid"-ness but for the wrong reason. I'm no geriaphile, I'm a Hamsterphile mmmmm Hamsters.

I already going to Edinburgh, cos I've got friends who have freinds who live there. You'll meet me and introduce me to your comedic chums, I'll regale them with my witty erdutie anecdotes, then they'll love me and call me their king, perhaps share their fortunes with me and sell their shoes for a knock down price. and simply because I've never used it I'd like to practise this smiley I call it the Jonny Bravo standing beside "Confusoman"