Month: April 2017

Bloody foreigners, bloody peasants, bloody Guardian comments: why being working class is just so shit these days…

Bloody foreigners eh? Stealing all our jobs and all our women and buying all of our houses and using our NHS services like they bloody well live here... and using our libraries and closing down all the Surestart clinics and rape clinics and crisis centres and bloody well bailing out the banks and causing the financial … Continue reading Bloody foreigners, bloody peasants, bloody Guardian comments: why being working class is just so shit these days…

Spannered

The Bus Station at Preston is in need of major refurbishment and so am I. My body is a late-Soviet alcohol processing plant. Not economically viable, but nothing much matters at this stage. I’m “getting over” a relationship breaking up. I’m not “getting over” it though. People dying of cancer aren’t “fighting” or “battling” it. … Continue reading Spannered

Stanley Tunnock’s Mate on Shakespeare and the Royalist Bumlickers

The Newsnight Review Of Late Late Books was on the telly. Me and Bill watched it by mistake. Some book had come out recently questioning whether Shakespeare had written all of those plays like Hamlet and Macbeth and all that shit again. The bloke who'd written the book had this posh accent which, Bill said, … Continue reading Stanley Tunnock’s Mate on Shakespeare and the Royalist Bumlickers