Just came home and found a camera crew in the yard. Apparently Robert Lewellyn (Kryten from Red Dwarf) was making a documentary about electric bikes and scooters.
I would keep the secret, but as I went to get some tea bags from the shop, some cunt in the camera crew started on me.
So tell everybody about it, won't you?
Thursday, 24 May 2012
Monday, 21 May 2012
I Get The Message.
Once again I'm the White Nigger in my own birthplace.
I could go into detail, but suffice to say that the train has come round the circular track again, and I have been slapped down by the society of fools once more, for, well, for nothing.
Ever since I can remember, people behave any way they please, but as soon as I join in, the authorities come down on me like the proverbial ton of bricks.
I'm over fifty.
I no longer need to be told to 'reflect on what I've done'.
It doesn't wash. I never bought into the fraud, and I'm not about to start. That's despite some pretty powerful drugs which I 'must' use.
The fact is, these cunts want to break me and everybody like me, because we're the Sunflowers on the lawn, the Daisies growing among the grass, and they want to look out into the garden and see nothing.
Sorry, nothing but neatness. They don't want to be reminded of the choice to exist that they refused to take; they want to be safe, and too much colour in the garden blows their fake world into the weeds.
Maybe I should just go somewhere with room for weeds.
I could go into detail, but suffice to say that the train has come round the circular track again, and I have been slapped down by the society of fools once more, for, well, for nothing.
Ever since I can remember, people behave any way they please, but as soon as I join in, the authorities come down on me like the proverbial ton of bricks.
I'm over fifty.
I no longer need to be told to 'reflect on what I've done'.
It doesn't wash. I never bought into the fraud, and I'm not about to start. That's despite some pretty powerful drugs which I 'must' use.
The fact is, these cunts want to break me and everybody like me, because we're the Sunflowers on the lawn, the Daisies growing among the grass, and they want to look out into the garden and see nothing.
Sorry, nothing but neatness. They don't want to be reminded of the choice to exist that they refused to take; they want to be safe, and too much colour in the garden blows their fake world into the weeds.
Maybe I should just go somewhere with room for weeds.
Friday, 6 April 2012
Lord Preserve Us From Shitheads.
New law: supermarkets can't display tobacco in the open. They can only sell it from shuttered cabinets on request. This will spread to all tobacconists in England by 2015.
What is the excuse for this atrocity?
Apparently tobacco use causes 70,000 'preventable' deaths a year in the UK.
Well, here's some news for all the alleged wet-knickers trying to turn us into zombies: absolutely everybody is going to die.
So when smoking and all other pleasures are stamped out, and we all exist, not live, for the sake of some government statistical jack-off, it won't make the slightest bit of difference to the death rates.
Death rates will not change.
No.
This isn't about health. This is about teaching everybody a lesson.
This is about teaching everybody that they belong to the State, not themselves, and that they mustn't check out early on their own terms.
Bastards.
What is the excuse for this atrocity?
Apparently tobacco use causes 70,000 'preventable' deaths a year in the UK.
Well, here's some news for all the alleged wet-knickers trying to turn us into zombies: absolutely everybody is going to die.
So when smoking and all other pleasures are stamped out, and we all exist, not live, for the sake of some government statistical jack-off, it won't make the slightest bit of difference to the death rates.
Death rates will not change.
No.
This isn't about health. This is about teaching everybody a lesson.
This is about teaching everybody that they belong to the State, not themselves, and that they mustn't check out early on their own terms.
Bastards.
Sunday, 1 April 2012
Sewage for Blood.
I'm happy to say that my employer is scaling down its biotech division; were I invited to discuss this I would say it was a good move. The company obviously knows what I know; namely that biotechnology is ruled by back-handed, back room corruption, each clique tying up any possibility of commercial or technical progress in folds of corruption, dispute and coercion, playing games without end, jockying for advantage using all their crappy networks to exert influence, all the while presenting a happy-happy face to the regulators, and who knows, paying them off too.
I could tell them the story of the Great American self-made hero, with millions, companies, yachts and respect, who came to Yorkshire to have it large, and did so with a local whore for paid company, who was present at every board meeting; I could tell of the outright robbery that accompanied the patenting of ideas I had contributed to, the lies, the threats, the persistent menaces used to try and stifle opposition to the little man with the penchant for going bust, snatching defeat from the jaws of triumph, through miserable, blind greed which followed the Ethics of the sewer.
I could go on, but I'll probably never get the chance.
I could tell them the story of the Great American self-made hero, with millions, companies, yachts and respect, who came to Yorkshire to have it large, and did so with a local whore for paid company, who was present at every board meeting; I could tell of the outright robbery that accompanied the patenting of ideas I had contributed to, the lies, the threats, the persistent menaces used to try and stifle opposition to the little man with the penchant for going bust, snatching defeat from the jaws of triumph, through miserable, blind greed which followed the Ethics of the sewer.
I could go on, but I'll probably never get the chance.
Tuesday, 27 March 2012
Light A Fire.
I've just bought an Amazon Kindle.
'Where are the instructions?' I thought.
Don't need them. Just turn it on and it walks you all the way to the shops. All you need are an Amazon account and wifi.
Pretty common things to own these days, and if you don't, you can start an account from the Kindle, and presumably use your computer via the USB cable.
Within 15 minutes, I was spellbound; Aristotle's Ethics on the Kindle while Bach plays in the background on my main system. Ambient enlightenment music for the originator of the Enlightenment.
The Kindle is high quality, and works easily and well. I was especially impressed with the breadth of the suggested titles in my shop; these included technical works, and it is easy to imagine using a Kindle at work as an entire reference library.
Very impressive, I'm very satisfied. Well done Amazon.
'Where are the instructions?' I thought.
Don't need them. Just turn it on and it walks you all the way to the shops. All you need are an Amazon account and wifi.
Pretty common things to own these days, and if you don't, you can start an account from the Kindle, and presumably use your computer via the USB cable.
Within 15 minutes, I was spellbound; Aristotle's Ethics on the Kindle while Bach plays in the background on my main system. Ambient enlightenment music for the originator of the Enlightenment.
The Kindle is high quality, and works easily and well. I was especially impressed with the breadth of the suggested titles in my shop; these included technical works, and it is easy to imagine using a Kindle at work as an entire reference library.
Very impressive, I'm very satisfied. Well done Amazon.
Friday, 23 March 2012
Nice Work If You Can Get It.
Apparently the murderer the French police shot this week had a Sten Gun.
I would love one of those.
Churchillian Chic.
Nice work if you can get it. But not for shooting utterly harmless little kids.
I would love one of those.
Churchillian Chic.
Nice work if you can get it. But not for shooting utterly harmless little kids.
Tuesday, 28 February 2012
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