Peter Andre may have been cryogenically frozen Wednesday, 17 August 2011



Peter Andre first visited these shores in 95’, he came bearing gifts, and Peter’s gift to us was the single ‘Mysterious Girl’, yes I know it’s like opening a Christmas present and finding a dead pet.

Then sometime in1998 he and his chip fat hair and original Greek nose departed these shores, he just simply disappeared and wasn’t seen again until a few years ago in the Australian jungle hunting and chasing the money, but caught the booby price……Jordan!

Peter hasn’t changed at all since the early days the only thing that has and does change is his haircuts and the amount of lardy arse brothers he has on the payroll….oh and that Greek nose had to go when it refused to let him sing through it anymore, it was replaced with a more agreeable one, one that would let every note flow through it instead of his mouth

Now after being treated like a dog with fleas by Katie Price his managed to work his way back into the nations heart and has given us ‘Peter Andre Here 2 Help’, yes his at it again with the gifts and just like back in 95’ it stinks like a dead pet.

Im holding out for an American Cryogenics company to admit that there was a meltdown due to power grid failure somewhere in Texas and Peter effectively escaped and isn’t due to be released until 2050, I want albeit a harmless face stuck in the 90’s put back in the freezer and any other Andre projects put on ice, as long as it’s not ‘Dancing on Ice’!

Things you shouldn’t do or shouldn’t happen (Part 4) Monday, 15 August 2011




Car drivers are a funny lot, ok first thing you shouldn’t do is leave your hand hanging out your windows as you drive, your trying to tell anyone with the gift of sight that your bad to the bone, a bad boy, you shouldn’t be doing it in a Escort from the early 90’s but it’s the economic climate that’s prevented you from your destiny, the 1969 cherry red mustang will have to wait…………..You are a knob you are not the Fonz!

You should never find yourself in a traffic jam and begin to hand tap your roof to whigfield ‘Saturday night’, its doesn’t matter what car your in with each tap you are sending out morse code to the rest of us that spells….I….M…..A….C….U….N…T.. A…N….D…..M…Y….W….I….L…..L…Y….I…..S…..A…..J…..O…..K…..E!

Thirdly arriving at a packed petrol station like Marty arriving back from the future and disembarking like everyone should applaud is your first failing, sliding the unleaded nozzle into your willing vehicles petrol tank and proceeding to lean your whole 17 stone body weight upon the vehicle like your Mr Cool puts you in a league of your own, if your 50 wearing chino shorts and a £15 polo shirt the only league your in is a pub dart team.

Driving a Nissan…WHATEVER as long as its from the 90’s and Black has to be Black and has a cherry bomb exhaust tells everyone a little a bit about you already, arriving at a petrol station tailgating a normal driver and playing some hip hop with your bass and treble to the max tells us all a little bit more about you, putting in £5 of petrol tells me everything I already knew…….you and your car are a joke, I cant help but laugh as I follow your chav arse into pay.  

Rose West would kill for a game of Monopoly Sunday, 14 August 2011



Rose West is burying money instead of dead bodies into property, that’s right she kills time now rather than people playing Monopoly, and just like her pastime she’s addicted to it.

A source at Low Newton prison said: "She took up the game to lessen the boredom, after all not a lot can replace the excitement and adrenalin of blood curdling screams and killing of people and then digging a grave and tossing a lifeless corpse into it, but she’s hooked and is definitely the units Monopoly champ."

The only time she shows any emotion comes in the form of a eye twitch whenever she lands on ‘Go to Jail’.

The source goes on to explain her success at Monopoly,  "Rose is a strategist if you show any sign of weakness or indecision or take your eye of the ball for a moment she’s all over you, your as good as dead and spend the rest of the game up to your neck in dirt…I mean debt!"

Bert & Ernie love bumming! Thursday, 11 August 2011



Sesame street has been brought to you by the letter H…….H is for Homosexual’s, yes it seems Bert and Ernie are ready to come out, they’ve been banging the shit out of each other for nearly 30 yrs behind closed doors.

I hope we don’t get a string of gay style lyric’s from them, “Hey Ernie I found this letter C under your Torso of the week magazines, what can we do with it?”

I know a song with the letter C in it Bert it goes like this , “C is for Cottaging…C is for Cock....C is” ….NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!  

It’s a shock to me having watched Bert and Ernie as a kid, I want cookie monster to come out too but he can drop the pretence and the euphemism ‘cookie’ and replace it with the word and object that ravages his mind….. ‘PUUUUSSSSSYYYY’ whilst ramming knickers in his mouth!

Super Stooopid! Monday, 8 August 2011



If im stuck down a blind alley after shining a laser pen into a Greek cabbies eyes, the last thing I want to see marching down to my aid is one of the Superheros from ‘Superheros of Surburbia’ I might as well stab us both and get it over with.

Superheros of  Surburbia is the latest documentary in the First Cut series for channel 4 and explores how a number of ordinary people have donned superhero garb in the past few years and taken to the streets.

Unlike other superheros who have undergone life changing accidents such as gamma rays, spider bites, distant planetary explosions, our superheros simply yearn to be a superhero, its like thinking you’re a millionaire with a tenner in the bank.

The Dark Spartan or Will as his known at home to the wife has sparred no expensive on his outfit but apparently is going through a bit of a breakdown which goes someway into explaining why he thinks his a member of the infamous 300 of Sparta, his enlisted a sidekick which actually makes him look like a genuine superhero, Black Void is prone to irritable bowl syndrome and has only a cane which he twirls like a 15 yr cheerleader when under attack, he has taken the less expensive route on costume he looks like a big kid whos mum has stuck him in some ill fitting pyjama’s.

The last of the superheroes was a confused teenager who had a niggling doubt about his ability to be a superhero but none the less was determined to be one, in fairness the doubt would be the standard emotion in any human that has NO super power except for being super stupid.

So The Dark Spartan , to his credit he did have a good superhero costume and had the balls or stupidity depending on your take to enter Torquay town of a weekend in full regalia by taxi and stand by looking superhero’ish overseeing events as police tackled drunken youths , with no martial art skills or weapons to protect him his a sitting duck , a NHS A&E statistic waiting to happen.

The Dark Spartans costume looks impressive but I suspect his Roman like shield wasn’t adequately pressure tested, the true test will probably come in the shape of a  volley of spit, verbal abuse, and adidas canvas trainers that will no doubt rain upon it one weekend when the locals grow tired of his presence, if his job as a superhero is to take both verbal abuse and sooner or later a volley of physical abuse then he is indeed serving the community.

The worst Superhero costume goes to 17 yr old Kieran or Noir, he clearly hasn’t got the heart or the imagination for it, if you just cut a eye mask out of the orange box your Nike trainers came in and wear only that your leaving yourself open to being  both recognized and ridiculed.

The mask is crude, it doesn’t hide the big hair or the everyday clothes he wears all the time, and his less likely to be taken seriously if he deems giving a girl who’s recently been mugged a box of Maltezers as job done, instead of tracking the thug down the rain soaked streets under the cover of darkness and dishing out some vigilante violence.

Sure his hearts in the right place but its only a matter of time before it finds itself skewed to a knife like a red onion on a kebab spike as he leaps into a gangland postcode turf  battle, with nothing but good intentions and a orange cardboard box eye mask to protect him!

No make my superhero Highlander, I want Connor McCloud by my side down that alley taking the stabbing over and over again laughing as he slowly gets back up from his knees, until of course he realises his not actually a superhero who’s immortal his Jason Page from Leicester who’s been missing from his hometown for 3 weeks after his cheese business went belly up and he stopped taking his anti depressants.

A superhero without a superpower is like having a blog nobody reads….pointless!.........wait a minute?