Thursday, 29 March 2012

A City Trader Writes:



Wha' is i' wiv vese bankaaz? Wankaz more loyuk! Poncin' araand in veir flash mo'aaaz, givin i' large. Jog on moy san! Mine you, no word of a loy, woo'n mine a bit o' vat splosh, tell vuh troof. Knowa mean?  All vem burds, legs up veir *whistles*, charlie comin' aht ya shells. Gaggin for i' n'all.


36 erm, C and JJ/2*3.5?

Imagine this lot trying to find a bra that fits properly.

Wednesday, 28 March 2012

blubberbabes

I'm thinking of starting a fat porn website blubberbabes.com. Then I'll go and stand outside Gregg's on benefit day and recruit models.

Or something catchy like celluliteswingers.com.

Saturday, 24 March 2012

In today's newspapers there is a story about a Muslim paedophile gang who preyed on and sexually abused vulnerable under-age girls, a story about a woman taking on a Muslim taking dirty pictures of little girls, a Muslim who killed 7 people in France, and whose Muslim brother says he is 'proud' of him, and a story about a Muslim nurse whose prayers came before the welfare of a frail, elderly lady, who subsequently died.

Is there something we should know about this religion?

Monday, 19 March 2012


This morning's fare at Blandford's very own greasy spoon, The Gorge. Snotty breakfast, mug of stewed tea, and the latest issue of Viz.  Champion!


And from the night before, at The Dolphin.  Favourite film.  Favourite pub.

Titian - self portrait

OK, so he had a name that reminds us of boobies, but what an amazing painting. Such depth and character! Such honesty! Or was it? It was a self-portrait, after all.  Either way, I'm loving it, right about now.



Sunday, 18 March 2012

Favourite film, favourite pub!



Mum, on left, with big sister Anne, taken today. A more lovely, kind-hearted, gentle soul you couldn't hope to meet. I love you Mum. Happy mothers day!


Mum, on left, with sister Anne.

Mum, bless her little cotton booties!

Poole Harbour, Sunday morning.

It's going to be a cracker, chums. Get out there and enjoy it! (Note the curious
 formation of Cunnilingus clouds in the distance).


Friday, 16 March 2012

A packet of Custard Creams, yesterday.

Inflation bites as Custard Creams soar.

In a shock move yesterday, Bargain Booze of Hamworthy, Poole, raised the price of its Custard Creams from 29 to 35 pence per packet, throwing commodity markets into turmoil and sparking rumours of a worldwide Custard Cream shortage as the global recession bites deeper.

This comes at a time when families are having to tighten their belts as the summer rioting season approaches. For a family of four, the increase would take an average weekly basket of forty-three packets of Custard Creams from £12.25 to £15.05, an inflation-busting 18 % increase, squeezing discretionary spending at a time when pay packets are frozen and unemployment queues grow longer.

Worried observers note that shoppers may have little choice but to buy cheaper and far less tasty varieties of biscuit. “Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse” observed one young mother from the nearby Turlin Moor estate. “I need me fags, me booze, and me lottery, and me tax credits, housing, JSA, hardship allowance, mobility and child benefits will only go so far”, adding “It's Rich Tea from now on”.

When asked to comment on the move, the proprietor, Mr. Patel said: “Bloody bastard wholesalers raising bloody prices, up, up” and suggested that he may now be forced to increase opening hours to twenty three and a half hours a day, from last week's twenty-two hours. “Minimum spend £5 for debit card, plis” he added, pointing to a conveniently placed selection of out-of-date Fig Rolls.

At the time of writing, New York Custard Cream futures were trading at £0.3749 per packet, indicating that the worst is yet to come.