Monkeys Fist

We could execute all the racists, make room for them? I’ll swing an axe ( it’s the most environmentally friendly way to dispatch).

We can do what the fuck we want.

Not my words, credit goes to @Gemmill the other board pervert.

I’ve just got back from the funeral today of Mrs. F’s uncle, who was very possibly the nicest bloke I’ve ever known. He was such a lovely, gentle, and self-effacing man, he gave Jnr his 1960s acoustic guitar a month ago, knowing he was on his way out. He was also a very active political animal, served as a councillor in Durham, lifelong Labour member, he set up and ran an organisation to help immigrants find homes and settle in to their new communities- he walked the walk and let others do the talking whilst he got on with it. Their was a lady attending today who was one of the people he helped directly- Shazia, who said that wherever she looked in her garden, she saw Brian smiling back at her, as he gave her so many plants to make her house a home. It struck me that there must be so many people like him who never get any public acknowledgment, yet just fire on with being thoroughly decent. And then there’s cunts like Farage getting regular airtime despite a career of failure.

If this were true, who do you think might be to blame for that,then? Here’s a clue.

“ Save are kids!”

When I was born, Jumpin’ Jack Flash by the Stones was No.1.

Braverman, Patel, Badenoch, etc etc’d YP

It was- spaghetti western in space, basically. The Book of Boba Fett was pretty decent too.

Aye, it’s rotten when your hometown is depicted in a bad light in the national media, especially when you’re away from it. I drove past Boro this morning at 5:00am and there was a pall of smoke in the air, and the acrid smell of burning petrol, strong enough to taste a day or so later, so at least it hasn’t taken long to get back to normal. Giddup!

I’m almost 100% sure that Fox spent a week at The Calvert Trust centre when I worked there in 1987-88. We were told this kid ( about 10/11yrs old), was the son of James Fox, and it was a Christian group of some sort that were there with a bunch of disabled kids. Anyway, I caught him being a proper cunt to a couple of kids with Downs, doing the “Trump disabled reporter”thing, and so made his life miserable for the time he was there, “accidentally” tipping his canoe on the lake and making him carry extra gear etc. Little fucking rat went crying to his group leader, so I explained what he’d been doing. Cunt then, cunt now.

Humble brag.

Meanwhile, Pheeleep was down the road at the Greengrocers, chatting about the per/kg wholesale prices of cauliflower and parsnips. Probably.

Something for the kids… Something for the mams… something for the dads…

So he trained the gee-gees as well as pioneering electronic instruments and noncing? What a bloke!

For a midget, the wee fucker has very long fingers.

I remember going to see it in 1977 with my Dad and brother- it was far and away the most amazing thing I’d seen at the cinema. The opening theme music, the scrolling text, then the huge Imperial Star Cruiser ominously appearing. Darth Vader, the cool as fuck looking stormtroopers, fucking lasers everywhere, mad robots… it was extraordinary! Bear in mind, until then, family films were either Disney cartoons once in a blue moon, films about a fucking VW Beetle with “personality”, or James Bond* ( which, at this point, was Roger Moore). It blew me away- didn’t have a fucking clue what the story was meant to be, didn’t care.

Rogue One would like a word. Best of the recent crop by a country mile. Solo being in second place. The rest aren’t too bad either, unless you’re some fanboy who pisses the bed over the wrong colour light sabre or whatever

Mrs. F. was laughing her tits off over this- she’s well known at Gentoo as an absolute piece of shite. Mrs. F. “ Couldn’t happen to nicer person, the thick bitch”

I hope you’re keeping yourself hydrated - it’s a long haul.

Guaranteed he’s sitting in his garden Office, where he keeps his stash, and the huffy bed.