Stop all the clocks, cut off the call-back telephone, set the mood for Struggle Street with a sad trombone. Silence the ancient parrot, and with muffled drum, bring out a hot pink coffin,Let the mourners come. Let woke leftist vultures circle overhead, with claws to rake this message in the sky,
Right smack bang on the money JB. Jones was just the tip of the stinking garbage pile. Tho I have to say, I'm really glad to see the back of the sad old queen.
That description of Jones' mouth: "...like a prolapsed anus raised to sentience and deeply, deeply unhappy with the experience" was so utterly, vulgarly perfect, it made my day, even while I shuddered. But as usual, you went on to puncture my bubble of temporary, spiteful joy with a sad dose of reality. Thanks for that. It's why we like you, but it also makes me hate you sometimes. And bugger the mince pies. "Mad Santa"ing is a rite of passage associated with parenting, you just have to endure and survive it. Christmas morning makes it all worthwhile.
Yeah, the old "left-wing bias" canard really gives me the irrits. More specifically, the seemingly large number of commentators, both professional and amateur who will bandy it about as some sort of ground-truth, without a skerrick of support. It's really hard to find any kind of publication with even a vague hint of left-wing bias these days (they're the only kind I can stand to read).
I remember Rod Quantock at a Melbourne Comedy Festival show saying that the conservative press (Murdock) has a problem with the ABC because it doesn’t have a right-wing voice to balance its viewership. “The ABC couldn’t balance the right-wing conservative voice in Australia media if it was run by Marx and Lenin”.
Sometimes good old Schadenfreude against the shocking jock variety gives one a warm feeling - as this little reflection of yours on the squawker and his urgers/encouragers has given me. You, too - JB - enjoy this coming week and family festive season - time for relax - smiles!
The list of people I wouldn't piss on if they were on fire is relatively short, although it continues to grow daily as the planet drowns under a shit-wave of lies-for-profit. However, AJ, the Parrot, was the first to appear on that list back in the 90s when my youthful idealism transmuted to cynical rage. Die in a fire, Alan.
Right smack bang on the money JB. Jones was just the tip of the stinking garbage pile. Tho I have to say, I'm really glad to see the back of the sad old queen.
That description of Jones' mouth: "...like a prolapsed anus raised to sentience and deeply, deeply unhappy with the experience" was so utterly, vulgarly perfect, it made my day, even while I shuddered. But as usual, you went on to puncture my bubble of temporary, spiteful joy with a sad dose of reality. Thanks for that. It's why we like you, but it also makes me hate you sometimes. And bugger the mince pies. "Mad Santa"ing is a rite of passage associated with parenting, you just have to endure and survive it. Christmas morning makes it all worthwhile.
Yeah, the old "left-wing bias" canard really gives me the irrits. More specifically, the seemingly large number of commentators, both professional and amateur who will bandy it about as some sort of ground-truth, without a skerrick of support. It's really hard to find any kind of publication with even a vague hint of left-wing bias these days (they're the only kind I can stand to read).
I remember Rod Quantock at a Melbourne Comedy Festival show saying that the conservative press (Murdock) has a problem with the ABC because it doesn’t have a right-wing voice to balance its viewership. “The ABC couldn’t balance the right-wing conservative voice in Australia media if it was run by Marx and Lenin”.
nice one JB, I almost feel dirty at the pettiness of enjoying the parrots demise......but no, happy to indulge in this one!
You momentarily raised my hopes that the miserable old prick had died, but it's even better to watch him choke on his irrelevance.
Sometimes good old Schadenfreude against the shocking jock variety gives one a warm feeling - as this little reflection of yours on the squawker and his urgers/encouragers has given me. You, too - JB - enjoy this coming week and family festive season - time for relax - smiles!
and yes. Fruit mince pies and single malt all the way....but more likely gin....in the form of a martini......
The fluid dripping from the edge of the penthouse balcony of the toast rack, has been identified as the tears of the Pink Popinjay.
The list of people I wouldn't piss on if they were on fire is relatively short, although it continues to grow daily as the planet drowns under a shit-wave of lies-for-profit. However, AJ, the Parrot, was the first to appear on that list back in the 90s when my youthful idealism transmuted to cynical rage. Die in a fire, Alan.
A single malt and fruit mince pies - thought you were referencing our Alan again - mincing towards his “butler” !
For a moment I thought it was a more permanent passing. I now look back fondly on that moment. Enjoy those pies and whisky JB.