Congratulations, Watski, on setting the tone for this week’s postings. None of this maudlin stuff about politics and the like, but a serious debate about sex in outer space.
The whole purpose of this internet thingy is to publicise the pointless, glory in the absurd and debunk those who think that they understand anything about human existence.
We idiots must band together to try to use up all of the world’s available disk space in pursuit of the bizarre.
A regular reader, a Mr Trellis of
I am regularly asked, usually by people with nothing better to do, whether I have nothing better to do than ponce around on the internet. Up to this point, my answer has been an indignant “NO”. Henceforth, I shall strive to be more belligerent in my response. “Sod off you pompous prat”, or something equally reminiscent of Byron, shall be my reply.
Another new friend, a Mr Trellis of
So, dear friends, remember that I care nothing for your religion, politics, opinions, views, beliefs or your favourite member of the Bucharest Philharmonic Orchestra. I do, however, deeply appreciate your support in helping to maintain these outcrops of sanity in a universe filled with confusion.
Hats off to Boris (bearing in mind that he is a professional buffoon), who has decorated his photograph on his web log with an enormous phallus, upon which he has tattooed his name, lest those fortunate enough to receive his sexual attention should be in any doubt by whom they are being shafted.
* My campaign seems to have resulted in Bozza changing his website to something less phallic. I offer my deepest apologies.
8 comments:
You're my inspiration. Anytime I feel compelled to write something meaningful I just remember that nonsense is the name of the game.
A reader with a computer in New Zealand.
I feel, at this point, that a special mention must be given to Chas Griffin, whose eccentricity is accentuated by his appearance, (unfortunately not readily appreciated on the web) and who has written an article in the Summer 2005 edition of "The Organic Way", detailing the characteristics of and reasons for his owning 3 pairs of Welllington boots. I think that he was paid for doing this. I am filled with admiration.
Finally, I can haul out the jewel encrusted waders again! I was beginning to go through quality bullshit withdrawl.
You're forgiven Vicus!
Keep coming to see us on the Boris-Johnson.com site
Melissa @ Boris Johnson's Office
Nice new font there Vicki See you are still wanging on about stuff.
LONG for Royal Family undate - g'won, only you can do it.
The pace of Epsom life rarely permits correspondence of this nature but your challenge has festered now for some days and has refused inconceivably to lapse into oblivion. A certain uplift of the spirit helped by England’s sublime victory over Australia today encourages me to look kindly on your invitation.
My first observation concerning your singular website relates to your photograph which reminds me not just of Einstein (which you were helpful enough to draw my attention to) but also to Professor David Starkey, my one time mentor and ‘Rudest Man in Britain’. The likeness is so disturbing that I confess to having stared it at length on several occasions. I am not going so far as to suggest some kind of imposture in which you are pretending to be Vicus Scurra while hosting a ‘popular’ history series on the British monarchy but the shared fixation on this tedious soap opera gives me reason for suspicion that you are one and the same person. Discuss.
Starkey is the impostor.
I am the rudest man in Britain
Fuck off.
Fuck off yourself, asshole.
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