It has been just over two weeks now that BT in their infinite ignorance decided to cut our phone and net connection, and despite trying to get 'it sorted' we are having not a lot of luck, the server has proved no more use than BT.
Why these companies employ knuckle dragging hairy palmed halfwits and give them plastic name tags with the title of 'engineer' and then send them out into the world to do jobs of importance is beyond me, and its bloody irritating!!
So much has passed by since the fuck ups that when i saw it all written down i was wondering if anybody would believe me, this is a mad world indeed, and people wonder why aliens dont make their presence known!? (provided they exist of course).
Take the telly box, i have made myself watch more of it than i would, i even made myself sit through programmes that i wouldn't normally watch with a gun to my head. and if i hadn't then i would never of had the 'pleasure' of watching the sight of non other than that 'giant' of country music, MR BILLY-RAY SIRUS and some woman with a Dundee cake suntan (minus the melanoma/currents) ballroom dance to THE CLASH' 'rock the casbah', nor would i of had the horror of watching big brother as a 'housemate' get evicted while a primeval horde bayed for her blood, did people really spend a day of effort just so that they could shout hate and vitriol at someone? all that was missing was a turnip throwing peasant and a few flaming torches, truly horrible.
On the (ahem) 'lighter side' JODIE MARSH walked around leisester square asking blokes if "they would take Jodie up the isle", nice. not only that but 'our JODIE' was happy to make this smutty pun into a whole programme, i wonder if she is trying to upstage JORDAN and her pet PETER ANDRE and their soft focus pink programme, that was amusing, watching the 'Pete pet' do as he is told no matter how much of a plum he made of himself, for sure this is a 'man' who knows where the money comes from!
I also checked out the 'soaps', and they all seem to share the same grim plot lines where girls of school age shag grown men who cant keep their pervy hands to their grown selves. am i the only one to notice this 'school girl fetish' swamping our airwaves?
one image that made me smile was that of the 'London pretend gangster ex-pat eleven' football team who played a high profile game for god knows what reason and who included in their ranks none other than a very fat STEVE JONES from the SEX PISTOLS, judging by his 'fatty Jones' look and collection of chins i would imagine that they only let him play if he went in goal.
I could go on like this for ages but have to say goodbye to you for now and ask that you have some patience until we are up and running again properly, which we are told will only take another week, two not being long enough it seems,
Oh, one last thing,i recently saw a crackhead deep in an intense conversation with a pigeon, i wonder what the bird was saying that got the bloke so het up? its amazing how short their shelf life is (crackheads not birds). talk about a life slap not to 'do' crack, the man was a 'just say no' poster boy if ever there was one.
anyway, we will return to normal service soon, so bear with us. ta ta.
p.s, i would like to thank 'hell for leather heva' for letting me use her computer, cheers heva.
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