Category Archives: wrath
Our condolences also go to the Irish Rovers.
What are we to do, when the impending choice is between the Devil and an eejit?
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Unfavourable in appearance, development or behaviour
I’m afraid this is going to be an unpleasant story, for it begins with the following words: I am sprinting desperately up Lygon Street at three minutes to five shaking a jar of my own urine.
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Who the Arse Does Tim Brooke-Taylor Think He Is?
There’s a man coming to fix my TV, which tried to neck itself last week after inadvertently being left on for a whole episode of Threshold, and the repair company is only able to give me an appointment time accurate to the nearest geological epoch.
So I’m forced to spend a whole day stuck inside the house waiting for him to come, a job made much more difficult by the necessity to avoid the fact that it’s a normal work day and I should be inside the house anyway, actually working. Here’s how it goes:
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Broke, bitter, usually half-cut by lunchtime
Two months ago, as I was in Las Vegas shooting Osama bin Laden with a machine gun, a man connected to the publishing industry was reading the choicest extracts from my novel. Before him were two stacks of paper: one piled heavy and high and marked ‘NO’, the other much shorter, marked ‘YES’ and, I’d like to think, haloed with tinkly stars dancing to a heavenly coloratura.
Today on Springer…
"Everyday girls with kinky fetishes"
JERRY - How do you feel, Meathead?
MEATHEAD - I think I might have just won the lottery, Jerry. Tell me, how can I become a more particpative element of this shabby pornographic burlesque?
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His amusing balloon animals in a vice