Tuesday 18 December 2007

Homemade veg and pasta soup + puppy

I'm thinking of having a sweepstake on the outcome of providing leftover beany veg and pasta soup to a little doggy. How many hours before he shits himself on the new carpet? I'm going for five.

The things you do when you can't be arsed to empty the slops into the bin when you know the collections are going to be erratic next week.

There's a fucking huge bluebottle buzzing around the living room. It's been struggling to get about zero for the past ten days and there's a blue bottle in here. Outraged!


You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy cunt!
Radio 1 here tried to censor one of the finest Christmas songs of the modern era today. They'd backed down by 5.30pm.

The Pogues and Kirsty McColl's Fairytale of New York, twenty years old; twenty years of a song that tells the story of a squabbling couple at Christmas; twenty years of people of my age thinking fondly of all the times they'd heard it, all those associations.

In all those twenty years, I had never thought the song was offensive, I'm sure nobody else had either. The most offensive thing about it is Shane McGowan's face.

Yes, faggot can be used in an offensive way, as can so many words, but the problem with political correctness is that it generally means there's a bunch of white, well-educated, middle class numpties scouring the globe for things that they think people who they've never met might or should find offensive. I find political correctness utterly offensive. How dare people be offended on others' behalf without even asking them.

Patronising CUNTS!

Tell you what, why not be grown ups and let people just get on with stuff and if somebody finds it offensive, then address why that is if and when it happens?

And the bells were ringing out for Winterval!


Rocky around the Christmas tree
Here's Rocky in his outfit for Christmas Day. Cool eh? One of my friends said he looks a little camp. I think he looks like he should be supping a martini: licked, not stirred.

Rocky waiting

Rocky sitting

Rocky paw

He's so handsome!

15 comments:

Anonymous said...

Fine use of the word numptie.

That hoond is definitely Scottish. Give it a Buckfast or ye'll be chibbed.

Anonymous said...

He is NOT Scottish! He's a German breed, through and through.

Rocky von HermenSchmermen is his name.

Anonymous said...

German? Fucking German?

Oh my goodness, someone waft a sherry under my nose!

A German with no balls (has it been done yet?), so no surprise there, I suppose.

Anonymous said...

Achtung! Ja, of course Rocky is German, he's a Schnauzer! With no balls. The other guy was Austrian.

Anonymous said...

Go on..Stick a swastika on his little paw.

Anonymous said...

Or an Iron Cross to hang from his collar?

Anonymous said...

I see R1 have realised they are being twats and backed down.

Anonymous said...

I wish they'd realise they were so shite that they'd get rid of all the rubbish presenters who love the sound of their own voices and play some fucking decent music for once. I've never listened to the station and I doubt I ever will. Pile of wank.

Anonymous said...

Its not your dirk spring teknike you know.

I could tell that hoond was a Kraut. I bet he has a Prince Albert and dreams of Bonios and Queen (Empress of India) Victoria.

Anonymous said...

Are you a vegetarian like us gorillas? I hope so. Faggots are a disgusting food eaten by carnivorous Welshmen. They offend me.

Anonymous said...

Rocky doesn't look camp He looks handsome and dignified.

Happy holidays, my lovely, and to the missus.

Anonymous said...

The decision by Radio 1 was bizarre as Radio 2 were playing it uncensored.

I'm reporting you to the RSPCA for dressing up your poor dog. As he's German, you will be taken out at dawn and shot. Any last requests?

Anonymous said...

Really, Convict, what is the point of having a small dog if not to dress them up in silly clothes? At lease neither of them are carrying him around in their purse (hopefully) the way people here are fond of doing.

A few Christmases ago, I was attempting to find a parking space in a very crowded mall lot. A couple, pushing a baby stroller stopped in the middle of the aisle, blocking traffic, so as to adjust the baby's blanket. When the couple got their precious bundle up on the curb, it was then that it became clear that these people had a warped sense of the who animals/people boundary. Their "baby" was actually a dog - that they were taking Christmas shopping, in a busy mall, in a stroller!

Trump and Sniffy are doing no harm by investing in a tux for the holiday photos.

Anonymous said...

I'm going to buy him a chaise longue too. He's so cute.

Anonymous said...

Aww... He thinks he's people.

Actually, he looks like he should be serving the martinis, not drinking them.