Mostly Bollogs, I'm afraid

But occasionally, a glimmer of truth.
If you find one, please let me know.

Tuesday, 21 August 2012


Why not? I haven't done rape yet.

My turn.

Rape. That's when a "man" (I believe, women aren't allowed to be rapists any more than black people are allowed to be racists) have sex with people of the same or opposite sex when the other party doesn't want them to.

Brilliant. What sort of tosser wants to have sex with someone who doesn't want it? Where's the fun? Where's the ANYTHING? Is it because blow-up dolls don't fight back?

So. No point. Wrong on all levels, stupid, pointless.

I know two men who have been accused by women scorned. One went to chokey. Ex-military. Drummed out. He didn't do it. I know that. The other, the woman withdrew the accusation before court. Again, I know he didn't.

Raping a teen boy in a shop is pretty bloody low too.

Here's what I think. Find the perp. Take off his bollocks, one at a time. I'll do it if you like. Just make sure he did it.

Also, shut up about it. And Assange. And Due Fucking Process. And most other things, which you know nothing about, haven't experienced, never will.

Why not talk about cross-amputation, torture psychologically by the state, why the government don't do anything useful, that kind of thing?

I'll tell you why. You're a woman. And, speaking as a woman (a euphemism for talking out of your fucking hat) you claim the sole fucking right to discuss matters legal, moral, and political, with no reference to any common sense or logic.

Now sod off.

Your honour.

Monday, 20 August 2012


I have to go to a site for 2 days.

The cheapskates I work for don't pay accommodation.

I point out it's cheaper than paying for the travelling.

They point out that they expect me to go there one day, stay over at my own expense (it's included in the rate), and travel back the next day.

I think that I have never heard of an arrangement such as this, and they can fuck off.


Thursday, 16 August 2012


Everybody has blogged about Assange today.

I've ready a dozen and they're all shit.

There's no point me waffling on about something that nobody knows anything about and making it worse.

I think I'll have a pasty for lunch.

Have a nice day.

Thursday, 2 August 2012


There are two sorts of people. The majority, who haven't got anything to moan about, and moan and moan and moan.

Then there are the other sort, and there aren't enough of them. The ones who have EVERYTHING to moan about, who have had the most awful luck, and illnesses they didn't deserve, but who you can talk to for hours and hours and who will laugh while they tell you about things which would have finished you off.

Who are funny and daft and see the good in everything.

And when you hear that one of those is very ill you wonder why it isn't someone else, or even yourself.

If tears could make someone better she'd be better already.

Thinking of you, Cydara.

Love, Pengy