Thursday, July 14, 2011

I'd give it to you if I could but I borrowed it




Lot's of things begining with Bees toadsday... here is blue bill... deep sea dave... and Princess Clive Rogersteadsonson, the patron saint of burping up a little bit of sick.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Red Mercury


La rose curry du mer... bon 'appydays

Ring a ring a Moses


Hereby fer yer jollbies
Thereby where you go
Jumplers fill of bobblies
Causing laundry woe

Friday, July 08, 2011

BEATHERDER



Special offer... buy one, get one

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Milenko made me do it


Just arsing about with the good shop photo and yeah well yeah... home to the wordys!

Monday, June 27, 2011

Tragedy plus comedy = time


There was a mouse once upon a tea time. It's scratching drove the neighbours to the park. It was enough to make a weep man grown... and to be honest I never even said hello

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Monday, June 20, 2011

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Further testing


If this goes the way I think it will, rethinking must be rethunk

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Our love was....

...flying
our love was blooming
then too much frying
put bellys over belt looming

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Friday, June 10, 2011

Thursday, June 09, 2011

Gimpy arms hotel


flash whatever version this is, is shite

Friday, June 03, 2011

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Aint no fun waiting round to be a logistics magnate


Fly my prettys... FLYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

From the Gorbells to Vienna

Praise the turd that's hardly heard
The dull thud that preceeds a clean sheet.
Feel no repulsion over it's expulsion
rather, reflect on nature's neat feat

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Ha ha... thick ears

I like that game that they play.. that one where the guy getts knocked over then the other guy hits him in the face just the right amount of times before the 'referee' says it's time to stop hitting the one on the floor. It is like gladiators... not the one with shadow and jett and ulrica jonestown... no no no... the one with the guy lay down while the stood up man knocks all his teeth out

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Lord Byron would blush

Here is a picture of such saucy content that I have been ordered, nay... COMMANDED by the whole of europe (a bunch not short on the owd muckiness themselves) to blank out all but the parts with the least rudies.... this is all that was left

Thursday, May 05, 2011

go for it ... and so on


that phrase is back to haunt me
'let's do this'... oh my, how do I despise thee... let me count the ways

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

The kids are so excited


...cos the stork has brought a son and daughter for Mr and Mrs Micky Mouse

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

I need somebody

....not just anybody

Friday, April 22, 2011

It aint easy

In a horrid house there's a greasy dark basement
where they put all the youths on a work experience placement
they learn very quickly all those sisters and those brothers
that their life will forever exist beneath the shoes of others

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

remember before...

...remember before all this crap the bastards are peddling? Remember before eight year old kids needing to contact other eight year old kids on the phone more than 4 times a day... before cinematic 'experiences', before 'safe' levels of radiation in everything... remember when MTV didn't have a channel dedicated to taking you round the spotless homogenised homes of the rich and unheard of... remember when polititians at least pretended not to be idle, duplicitous perverts sucking on the greasey nipples of other people's misery... when footballers gave a shit... when mars bars were bigger... when you could go into town, buy 3 new suits, a pair of boots, a bunch of bananas and a sack full of monkeys nuts and still have change from a jam jar??? No???

...aye me neither

Monday, April 18, 2011

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Wednesday, April 06, 2011

Tuesday, April 05, 2011

Monday, April 04, 2011

Psychic powerless another man's sac


Gorillas love to scuba dive

the macaque is an old school monkey

Wazy Lankers


Thursday, March 31, 2011

Future wars coming soon


future wars are coming soon

using sand cannon and water pistol

from prison camps you'll hear the cries

from the beds that are fashioned from thistle

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Neven Nesic's cousin


here's neven nesic's cousin
at last count he had a dozen
this one sleeps beneath a tan
the rest crowd inside a caravan

Thursday, March 17, 2011

the party of the first part

It was splendid and sleek
it went on for over a week
there were pukers there were fights
the police showed up on every night
we were together in the riotous laugh
the morning after we all moved gaff
such a success we should entertain again
I'll send you a post card telling you when

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

try to bed a bed wetter

try to bed a bed wetter
a wetted bed is best

Out here on the perimeter there are no stars


out here we are stoooooooooooooooooooooored.... efficiently

Wednesday, March 09, 2011

Officer please....


take these scissors away

Monday, February 28, 2011

Gaddafi Duck

this tiger lives in a tree right... and he does jigsaws and that right... and ...and he likes... he likes beans and and and... then and then he he ... he .... he likes jigsaws of beans... hyeah and and ....

Monday, February 21, 2011

Campari

Read a book

Friday, February 11, 2011

Rejiggling the jiggle

How did this great big bag of fun and frolics end up as this?....

It's called rejiggling
Why must they rejiggle?
Are movies like Saw (made for self harming goths and torture tourists) really what people want? Has Ndubz really gone triple platinum?
Of course it is the same as it ever was... when 'watch the tweety bird...snap' replaced the brush of the portrait painter I'm sure there was some huffing and puffing. Same as it ever was, only i have now reached the stage of noticing this perpetual rubbish. Hopefully the hipsters and their lack of 'anything' will act as a natural pause for breath then we can all go back living in caves and start the cycle again

Friday, February 04, 2011

Wednesday, February 02, 2011

The shed is dead


a great many fine ales supped, momentous plans heroically unattained, diabolical plots thwarted, air guitar taught, rock radio blarred, rain avoided, spare chicks entertained, before after and during parties rhubarbed and scallops destroyed.... no more shall we gaze on that fine hole in the wall refuge from the bleak reality of modern life... the shed is dead, long live the shed
... there's a new one on the way as it happens

Tuesday, February 01, 2011