…What a smug bastard.

I don’t really need to say any more, except if the nasal sounding, monster conked tit ever tries to interview me, I’ll shove his microphone right up his hoop.

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My God, how do these people even pass a driving test?!

As someone who spends 2 hours a day on our nations roads I feel more than qualified to pass judgement at the morons that populate our motorways most days of the week. Let me start with the motorways. They have three lanes, count’em, yes one, two, THREE lanes. The one on the left does not have the lurgy. You will NOT burst into flames if your car should happen to venture into its confines, so why not give driving in it a try eh? You might like it. (more…)

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How many people do you know called Chardonnay? Or Keanu? Or Sapphire? Or Breeze? None personally I’d imagine. But that’s going to change. Oh yes.

Nursery schools around the country are awash with shout’s of “put that knife down Meadow” or “don’t eat the plasticine Britney”. There are adults out there that have had the complete and utter lack of foresight to name their children – yes, the fruit of their loins, those small people who are likely to be around for the next 80 odd years – after alcoholic drinks and one-hit wonder pop-stars. Do these kids have a hope in hell of a normal life? Do they bugger. (more…)

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