Archive for February, 2008

The ruins of the life that you have in mind.

Wednesday, February 27th, 2008

Right, before I get started on the fucking god botherers again, this has mightily pissed me off. This bloke is whining because he’s lost his wife, health and livelihood. What a fucking cheek. I wonder if I should sue Golden Wonder, or our local pie shop for making me a fat bastard. No, actually I’ll hold my hands up and admit to being a greedy twat. No one held a gun to my head and made me have that extra sausage roll (mmmm sausage roll). It was my decision, and throwing his money away at the bookies was his. You fucked up, live with it and move on.

Right god, you’re next.

I’m not picking on any particular organised extortion and mind control religion here, but I have to single out Pakistan and their puritanical laws. Why the fuck should any country or people suffer because of the beliefs of another? The youtube outage is petty I know, but the principle stands. Where do we draw the line with fundamentalists? I include the Americans in this question too. These week minded fuck-wits, who seem to think that the world was created by a sky fairy, wont stop until we all believe their particular version of the almighty. Why don’t we just get it over with now, have a huge fucking war and kill each other, that way you all get to go and meet your god and the rest of us can inherit a peaceful secular earth, get stoned and listen to music, together, for eternity, with no conflict or hunger, or idiots.

Just a child from those ugly new houses.

Thursday, February 7th, 2008

Football is a fucking sick business these days. Whilst Premier league chiefs plan to make our elite league a global event, poor Bournemouth go into administration. Their debts? £4m. It wouldn’t even buy you a mediocre premier league squad player. I rant about this frequently, but it’s a really sad state of affairs when this happens to the lower league clubs. They have fans that are just as passionate about their team, just as knowledgeable about football and the history and tradition of our beautiful game. Why should they suffer a 10 point deduction while the top flight clubs are planning to go and play a match in the far East or the USA? It makes me fucking seethe. I would change to watching rugby if it wasn’t so mind-numbingly fucking boring.

Mind you, I have had more cause to seethe today, after that fucking idiot Williams was spouting ill-considered shite on the radio. He has torpedoed to the top of my waiting list for a thinking Monkey. Dr. Williams, your Monkey is on it’s way.

This post was brought to you by the letter F and the great taste of Vodka.

Shines around me like a million suns.

Sunday, February 3rd, 2008

I can’t think of a better song to be beamed into space than Across the Universe by The Beatles. NASA has asked fans to play the song at midnight on Monday, the same time as the broadcast. I’m up for that. In a few hundred light years the song will reach Polaris, shortly followed by Macca’s PRS request.

The song lasts 3 minutes 48 seconds, or 3.8 minutes. So the song plays 379 times in 24 hours, or 138,335 times per year. So, in 431 years the song will play 59,622,385 times. That’s a lot of royalties. I wonder if Heather has her calculator handy.

Whilst wandering around the net I find some really good stuff. A few weeks ago I found this site. I will share some of the others with you over the coming months.