Where's 'Arry?

Poor Prince Harry. He should have as much right to rape Iraqi prisoners and get killed in American friendly fire as anyone else.

Bigger than Jesus

Apparently Johnny Borrel is 6 foot 8, which makes him considerably larger than Jesus, who didn't inherit his dad's omnitallness. Anyway, sometimes a band, or a celeb, begins to annoy in a way that is not healthy for someone I have never met, never care to meet, and really don't like. Razorlight are shit. Unhealthily shit. Their songs sound like they've been made in a factory. Fucking, god damn awful. And they stick in the head, because they've been designed to be conducive to maximum airtime on Virgin Radio, XfM, Radio 1, Heart 106.4, every fucking station can accept their blandness. Their songs then stick in the head all day, because they're always on when in the shower or when the radio turns on in the morning. "All my life, Trying to make it big in America.". The worst example, is the one today, which is driving me insane: "If it's a million to one shot, I'll make sure I'm the one" Without doubt, that is the worst lyric any human has contrived.

I quite liked that 'In the morning' song, then discovered that the reason was because it was a Talking Heads soundalike.

(blogger's trying to make me do something. if this blog stops forever now, it's because i couldn't understand it.)

We've got tiny cocks

This is good use of the technology available.

More fucking poems

Yeah, I use rude words. So what?! Yeah, you big jobby. Stick it up your bum. Here's a motherfucking poem:

Like a baby's new eyes
Snow falls and reminds
That we are together
And nature survives.

Word to your mother.

Hey, look out the window.

What do you see?...... Can you tell what it is yet? It's white. It's fluffy. We remember it from childhood. It's the one. The only. The Licky Boom Boom Down. IT'S SNOW.

GOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!

Yeah, capital is capital. But then there's Dubai International Capital. They own part of The Carlyle Group who profit directly from arms companies dropping bombs, and the neo-liberal cess pits that spring up in the craters. DIC also own part of P&O. But you know who they don't own... Liverpool Football Club. That's right. Fuck off. I'd rather be owned by Glazer than DIC. There's times when Parry's cold feet are a blessing. Imagine knowing that a trophy win is benefitting people who sponsor arms dealers, who employ warmongers, who make money from dirty oil investments, global conflict, and selling people's own land, health and farms back to them. I know Crouch and Kuyt is a an aerial assault, but...

Thankyou Rick Parry. You get a lot of stick, but at least you can hold your head up high.