A World Guide - Portfolio eye view of the World- A

Disclaimer; absolutely no research has been undertaken in the creation of this guide, any offence taken is gleefullly caused, so vaffanculo.

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Afghanistan
Situated in central Asia and like many (if not all) stans, under the yoke of old beard wearing wankers. Big mountains and big wars, just finished being blown up by the russians, then began being blown up by the americans. Backwards and cold and that's just the soup. With neighbours like iran and pakistan, what bloody hope?
Travel advice - dont bother taking your kalashnikov, you can pick one up at a bargain price on any street corner.

Albania
A cesspool of criminals just bred for special exportation to your nearest western european country. need a child prostitute/somebody stabbed? you know who to call. In the midst of the most civilized continent of the planet blood feuds are still carried out over generations, also the only islamic country in town-coincidence?
travel advice - stay in italy/greece/macedonia and use a spy drone to take photos for you.

Algeria
Former north african french colony famous for mass killings in the name of islam- see a pattern here? Next to such other enlightened maghrebi as tunisia and marocco, Algeria manages to make them look rational. Home to desert and breeding ground for terrorists.
travel advice - are you fucking joking?

Andorra
Ridiculously small country in the pyrenees wedged between France and Spain, unfortunately they chose to speak spanish. Not sure how this is a country, but i am easily mystified. Cym went there to snowboard a lot and loved it and some bearded bloke from tasmania did too. probably have nice coffee or something.thththth alert.
travel advice - take a warm jacket

Angola
South west african country which had the misfortune to be colonised by portugal. As per usual they stripped the place of its assets, enslaved the population brutally then fucked off when it got tricky. I once worked with a girl from Angola, in Salisbury of all places, she seemed nice enough though she needed some pimple cream.
travel advice - go to namibia instead

Antigua and Barbados
are apparently one country. An island or few in the caribbean populated by the descendents of african slaves. Probably rather poor but beautiful beaches and they play cricket too. I saw it on telly once.
travel advice - dont have a longest schlong competition against the locals

Argentina
Big country on the atlantic side of southern South America. from iguazu falls in the north to cape wotsit at the bottom. home to patagonia, tierra del fuego, the andes and insane football fans. Lots of italians and the occasional welshman. Capital Buenos Aires (good airs) contains 103% of national population. famous people include che guevara, eva peron and lots of hidden nazis.
travel advice-if you are a vegetarian, stay home; its meat or meat for every meal

Armenia
Armenia is a teency weency country to the west of turkey and a former part of the USSR, previously a part of the ottoman empire until the GENOCIDE of the armenians by the turks around the time of world war 1. The turks still deny this. which is a fucking disgrace.
travel advice-go to the genocide museum then go over to turkey and tell them all about it.

Australia
Australia; the lucky cuntry. correct pronunciation; osstraya. a large island, small continent. big modern cities and vast open spaces where the history is. Groovy funny animals and delicious countryside. But then again, what would i know? australians of note; the bloke who invented the hills hoist.
travel advice-stop getting drunk all the time

Austria
small landlocked country in truly central europe and former capital of the habsburg empire. fantastic mountains and green grun valleys. Also famous for hitler and post nazis. Capital Vienna is perhaps the most beautiful city on earth, effortless class also one of the the most expensive. Trains run on time and there is lots of blonde hair being all germanic.
travel advice-I dare you to go to salzburg and drink a pint of beer every time the sound of music is mentioned.

Azerbaijan
Central or western asian country quite in the central or western part of asia. Inhabited by people from the central or western asian region. Once a part of the ussr and most likely near the caspian sea and a whole bunch of stans.
travel advice-there are probably buses there, so you dont need to put a car in your luggage, probably

ladies and gentlemen the worst rock and roll band in the world

Bin Juice!
Bin Juice have just released their explosive new album; My Munch or Yours!?
dynamite tracklist is as follows;
1. I am sweden!
2. Post nasal drip-reprise
3. amsterdam garbage can man
4. Bicken Chin (you know you want it)
5. Ththththththththhh
6. I don't love you, you have opposable thumbs
7. Love on the escalator
8. Dim Smuggy
9. Run (Leon is coming to get ya)
10. One and three quarter hours in east ringwood -acoustically ruined
11. Shake it like George Negus
12. Incomprehensible Scotsmen in my forecourt

'the album caused my rectum to prolapse!' Melody Faker
'It'll be my munch for sure!' The Aegis
'If you only buy one album this year, you are a cunt!' Time Gout
'illuminating, sparkles like phosphorescent shit!" The Gobserver
'we are fucking lying populist filth' The Herald Scum
'ththththth thththth th th thhhhhhhhhhh!' El Sevilla Ththth

No doubt some other references to stuff blowing up!
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whats for dinner tonight?
i could be a vegetarian
a vegan
a fruitarian
a lacto-ovotarian
a fishtovaffanculoarian
eat ethically
mince your pig tendrils
dice your oilyphant in slitherines
baste your leg of ostrich, big un's need a lot of it
slice your whale burger thin
roll up yer california rolls in gnu slabs
squid ribs? dip em in napalm and watch em sizzle
zebra burritos with matching hyena sauce
its karma man
kestrel kebabs, nothing better after midnight
baby seals, well tenderised on a bed of red ice
lashings of snow leopard on your pizza
i want my panda liver and i want it now
3 score cochineal beetles on high speed in the blender
smoooooooooooooooothiness
might as well move to argentina...
meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeat

knowing me, knowing you...

everybody says you are shit, your body is shit, your brain is shit
they say you arent worth the shit you cling on to so desperately
they laugh at the things you say when you arent trying to amuse
and scoff at the things you say when seeking to entertain
this time its personal
you are transparent
you would win a clingwrap competition
your motives are there, bare and for all to see with glee
you ask for a sweet
all know you want to be refused a balloon
you stifle a sneeze
its obvious to all and sundry that you begged for pity in church
your lies are boring
nobody on baals bluegreen earth will believe you again
the loser who cried 'beef'
this life you lead is shallow and pointless
if you procreate it will be ultimately pointless
your genes will fail in the end
being of inferior quality to the medium
barely a vehicle worth the name
more a decrepit wreck of rusted ignorance propped up on blocks of tedium
imagination is a word that you cant fathom
4 walls and some a sphere are all that you can embrace
tiresome
your sililoquys and glib utterances fall to the ground like lead baubles
there is no audience
your doltish emittences will only bounce around your deluded head
like a poor mans screensaver
an eternal holding pattern of the imbecilic
oh .. hang on
that might be an itch
and we know what itches cause..
dont we spanish flu?

absolute zero e bad boy beavis

it was his birthday
he had a haircut just for the occasion
to make it look like he was that guy on tv
but how did he get there?
i imagine he walked there
after all it was only half a dozen blocks away
the guy on tv said he was sick of it
sick of being pestered and asked about it
people saying "do 'my portfolio is weird kid'"
he was trying to concentrate on his career
and show he wasnt just a one trick butter
but they just wouldnt let it go
particularly in mexico
they had that big fetish thing going with dead cats in plasticide
so he was forever cast in plasticide
even on his birthday it was hard to shake it off
most of his arse-list friends showed up for the cameras
then most buggered off via a tonnello, yes a fucking tonnello not a toonel
round the back once they had smiled and waved and kicked the babies
apparently the guest of honour was prick with a silent p
there were the smegma family
marvellously pleased with the opportunity to show off how many kilojoules they had recycled on the way there on their platform that is powered only by their sense of self satisfaction
some incoherent blokes
i think they were norwegian
mr doobee was there with miss helena and mr rons big poker
and err... sure they did
i was rubbish
or was that you, theatre?

long live the king, the king is dead is dead

cucciolo................

that small thing called foote

i doubt the integrity of that man that reads the news
i doubt the integrity of the neighbour that mews
i doubt the integrity of the friend of the friend in chalk farm
i doubt the integrity of the drunk on king street that would cause you harm
i doubt the integrity of the bloke with that silly hat
i doubt the integrity of the fucking downer, what a twat
i doubt the integrity of the children writing for beat
i doubt the integrity of safeways so called meat
i doubt the integrity of that fool on the tram
i doubt the integrity of what they put into spam
i doubt the integrity of the majority of man
i doubt the integrity of those behind the 2am ban
i doubt the integrity of the fools that program the tv
i doubt the integrity of those that marry early with such glee
i doubt the integrity of any old politician
i doubt the integrity of those fools on a religious mission
i doubt the integrity of the lady in the phone shop
i doubt the integrity of boris johnson or any such fop
i doubt the integrity of those from my high school
i doubt the integrity of what they would sell me as 'cool'
i doubt the integrity of any man with a gun
i doubt the integrity of a product that guarantees 'fun'
i doubt the integrity of the world at large
a dirty filthy swill of a cesspit stacked with liars and thieves...
but i've never left the comfort of my sofa

i read it whilst i was on the plane

people vote against their obvious interests
we'd better be idiots and just accept our five dollars an hour
dont blame heroin suppliers
theres a genuine fear, understandably so
those morons that have that whole chivalry idea
youve got no brains , youve just got a trigger
the majority of australian women are sexually dysfuntional
you can learn other languages by becoming excessively drunk
all these people on the train, keep your head down and your earfones in
its a lot to do with substances people are taking these days
these people are bringing it down
i tend to agree with you!!!
how about we have a bit of a skank
##### musical interlude######
uh oh, it seems they might never come back!
they arent!!!!
big rock guitar break
sorry about that/.././

flegman broke the photocopier

the neon lights are doing my head in
i cant sit up straight in this goddam chair much longer
the inane chatter from outside my office door drones on and on
the 3 oclock deadline for the plans is looming
the phone rings almost predictably every 14 minutes
no, dammit I dont have time to discuss the offer from Buttplex
yes, i know the aoc wants to see me about tuesdays meeting
how many limbs do these people think i have
this desk really needs clearing up
but thats never been my strong point
another cup of coffee
i dont even like the taste
another banal conversation with clevertrever by the machine
no, i didnt see the match on saturday morning
yes im sure rigomortus songbong was stellar
smiles at the various faces as i stroll past the cubicles
thank fuck i dont work in accounting
pack of boring miserablists
and poor flighty flirty sandrine
what kind of life is that?
answering a million calls a day and smiling at the schleppers that poor out of the lifts
asking them to take a seat while she pages norbert/slinky/anvil to come out to meet them
still, shes not that bright so perhaps thats all she needs
another joke about mondays would cause me to smack her tho
whats for lunch today then?
dodgy chinese/mcschifo/fake portugese/fatty arseface tm burgers ?
or is it really worth coughing up the extra to escape the filth and depression of the food court and going for the all lavatory vegetable puree steak from oriental fukkywukky bar?
one of these days i will get my shit together and bring lunch to work
and save loads of money
not today though coz sparkymarky wants to go for a pint at the Horses arse
thatll make 3pm tricky...

rats cats and bollocks

i saw rats and cats the other night at the cinema
luckily it was a freebee
i wouldnt have wanted to pay for that load of tripe
just a vanity exercise by mr dude in a dog suit
how many opportunities did it give him to get his kit off?
twat
it had some good whimsical moments
laconic aussie small town slow life kind of things
but fuck off really
it was mostly just a how great am i show
i didnt see any rats or cats
and i didnt get the point of it at all
apart from mr dog getting to be a big hero to everyone
all the girls loved him
he had a lackey to fix his whipper snipper
he had his own tribute band
with a jealous bass playing leaving
everybody loved him coz he used to be on tv
and he was definitely suffering for his arty type
oh fuck off
ho bloody hum
minus 113 out of 5

sage words of prezzemolo

seedy seedy seedy
enlightened yet?

sitting up straight at the back of the bus

which one?
ciudad bolivar to merida?
via venti settembre to righi?
harare to johannesburg?
nice airport to genova
milano centrale to orio al serio airport bergamo?
lima to trujillo?
fulham to brixton?
chang kai shek airport to all over bloody taipei?
salisbury town centre to laverstock?
box hill central to doncaster?
london victoria to swansea again and again
campiglia marittima to piombino for the isola d'elba?
puerto iguazu to salta?
salsibury to portsmouth via RINGWOOD?
swansea quadrant to mumbles?
gatwick to bristol?
ringwood high school to the hockey fields?
fitzroy to donvale?
floating bus from copacabana to isla del sol?
broken bus from coroico to half way up the death road?
hurghada to cairo?
death bus from luxor to hurghada?
livorno port to livorno station?
capetown to johannesburg?
san diego to los angeles?

so many buses, fucking busssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssses (and coaches)

islam can go fuck itself

lifeandhealth.guardian.co.uk/women/story/0,,2278332,00.html

www.guardian.co.uk/world/2008/may/11/iraq.humanrights


2 examples i found randomly in 2 days .... mi fate schifo

i missed the bus, never gonna do that again...

didnt plan a trip to southern africa, thinking about hippos and their mouth's roofs
didnt daydream about a hammock, wondering when it would come to me
didnt folow a game of football avidly
didnt write a top selling pop song infusing it with dub step
didnt ride the steam train through the fair
didnt ride an ostrich and then feel a bit guilty about it
didnt go out with the roman from numurkah for a beer
didnt read up on european history volumes 1-16, or is that 17
didnt find the details of that shop that has that thing
didnt go out for boules with some girl in adelaide
didnt flounce about queen albert market aghast at fellow shoppers
didnt say 'here we go' in euphoria and thrust my fists in the air like i just didnt care
no one ever heart no one
didnt feel dizzy from taking a child and spinning them around and around
didnt miss the bus
didnt eat 'indian' food
didnt feel the awful ache of dying slowly inside
didnt kidnap a head of state and keep him behind a bookshelf and ultimately murder him
didnt try anything new, sweetness i was only joking
didnt fall in love with the lady in the summer frock
didnt discover the marvels of nuche
didnt graduate after 11 years of hard slog of masters of rocketbrain surgeryscience
didnt marvel at anything
didnt meet up with an old friend by amazing happenstance
didnt move to a land of total dislocation
never gonna do that again...

biggsy is making it hard for me to concentrate

so the australian government is paying 20 million bucks for the visit of the pope
how bloody fucking ridiculous is that
the catholic church own billions of dollars worth of land all over the world
in fact it owns more property than anybody on the planet
what a fucking disgrace
then theres the stuff about abortion
and mens rights about the life and death of an unborn child
the feminists said it is our body
and the law is phrased to recognise that
what a carton of worms
and now theres the use of swearing
cunt and fuck
the newspapers wont print it
what a lot of prude arseholes
as was said... is it to protect the little children who read the age?
horseshit
roba about the us democratic party race
is it a good thing that it is this close
is it just a sack of shit
i just couldnt care less
imagine if we had a presidential election campaign here
all the months and months of all that tripe
just what we bloody need
vaffanculo
next up is the bunch of cyclists brought down by a nutter in sydney
drove behind them shouting and swearing then
gets in front of them and bangs on the breaks
so they all fly into the back of him
what kind of arsehole would do that?
why doesnt the government spend any money making cycling lanes etc
but why do motorists have this bullshit anger against cyclists
it seems to be the home of wanker bogans
showing how tough they are in their cars
coz thats very strong and manly
tossers
a brief mention as to why that horrid little worm ex prime minister is still getting all this media
every time he opens that disgusting little mouth of his
he still gives me shivers when i see him
fucking little piece of excrement.
its on to the casino
and how its exempt from all the laws
in particular from the proposed 2am law
which is a completely stupid idea in the first place
but the government makes a nice little loophole for their favourite source of income
anybody noticed that when you kick everybody out at the same time
like 11pm in the uk
lots of pissed up people cranky that they cant get another drink
out with nothing to do
so they start fighting
what a fucking moronic knee jerk idea
a quick mention about the fact that when there was the taxi drivers
there were no police around
but if you want to protest against anything important
that the government doesnt like
there are riot police everywhere hoping to beat you over the head
for any excuse...
but the crab drivers block the most important intersection in the state
and there are no piggies to be seen
fuck off
and thats it from biggsy and friends
dont stay tuned for enio styles to take you into the afternoon in a crap and smuggy manner

the russians are coming

mayday has been and gone
i missed it and suspect everybody else did too
considering we dont have it in this country
weve got labour or is that labor day
supposed to celebrate the eight hour day
or the 40 hour week
or the seven giraffe thrombosis victims
or etc etc
i didnt do a blog about it
i didnt do a blog about anything
ive been too busy
not doing blogs
im considering giving up the blog thing
considering that nobody reads it
and half the time or more
i cant be arsed writing it
but i feel guilty
like i somehow should be doing it
which is so much nonsense
im just lacking inspiration
it wasnt hard to come by last year
it was positively falling out of me
but now its dried up
when i had great adventures to tell of overseas it was no problem
but without said great adventures
well reporting on the couch isnt really thrilling
movies, gigs, parties and the like
they all should be worth a wry remark or a critique
but the being arsed factor is the main problem
added to the fact that it takes bloody aeons just to load up the page
ensuring that motivation is gone by the time it comes around
it nearly happened again today
for fucks saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake
the russians are coming
not black ones
limp white ones without conviction
like a paper cup full of cheap vodka
be afraid
be very afraid
broken dux?

aprile puo andare e fottersi

quanto mi sono stufato recentamente
sono contentissimo che questo mese di merda sia quasi finito
non riesco neanche a lamentarmi bene in questa lingua
cazzo

the clock is ticking

its not really
its just sitting there being ledish
but that hardly grabs the attention
i read somewhere that at the start of a story you have to grab them right them and now by the hairy bits
grab
but the led is changing occasionally
so is the other one
one of them is on universal time
the other is on atomic time
farked if i know the difference
tristan and isolde and lavorytine
ho hum
its roast it night tonight
for no particular reason
i just wanna roast it
i just wanna roast it
this really is all over the shop
ive got material you see
but its too late in the day period slot now to make the most of it
and i wanna keep it for a raining daytimesetting
so im just making shit up and rambling
trying to fill in a few sentences
with inane drivel
good thing im a good thing and good at it
ththththhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
oh and by the way
invasion of the body snatchers suckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkks
not just sucks
way worse than that
okay it was the seventies
when things that sucked were in fashion
moustaches, flares, big hairiness, being a bloody whiffy hippy and bucks fizz
sure, they didnt have super special effects machines and they recorded with a matchbox on top of a shit laden stick
using an ants rectum for sound
and saturns third ring for light
but that doesnt mean that they couldnt write decent lines
or act properly
or just not be cheesy wankers
its easy to scorn what was done in the past
i mean to me hitler looks like a silly little turd with a comedy moustache
but fucking hell
what a load of tripe
thank fook there was bowie, and lou and jonathon richman and iggy and clint eastwood being well 'ard
ththththhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

il riscaldamento della casa

there was a housewarming on saturday night
it would have been better off having it this week
it was already quite warm
or am i missing the point?
it was in northcote
which miraculously let me in
despite the fact i wasnt cool enough
they turned a blink eye
let us skulk in the back alley
it was quite an eye opener it was
ive never met any
some smart arse french bloke answered the door
pretended it was the wrong address
he fucked me over
beavis knew better
those whacky french guys
the house was done up all funky
with orange umbrellas and light shade bloody cant think of the names
and there were people all over the shop
sitting in a circle
and some sitting in another circle outside
stan the man was cooking some amazing food
which i couldnt eat coz i was full
arsearsearsearsearsearsearse
arse
sure we were old
but it wasnt the kinderverbotenfest that i had feared
lots of friendly people
not too much racism
a rather silly nuzeelunder being all earnest
why must they do that?
at least she got her comeuppance being attacked by a sensitive new age dave
a very sensible straight person got the crank at me for something super stupid
sighhhhhhhhhhhhh
as if i were that type!
vaffanculo
there were lots of yummy beers
some of which i gave away
the music didnt suck
but the blue gloop i kneeled in did
it farked up my trousers
like ive got so many that i can spare one..
mavaffa.....
still it was good fun
i met more people than i have done in ages
quite the tonic
now all i need is some gin

kylie threatens to sue...

who is sue?
is kylie going mad?

will marty go the same way as steve?

well now
a week or so ago a great man came to this one and half ass town
his name was steve
not a very imaginative name i know
but he didnt choose it
he is one of the greatest men to walk this earth
doling out wisdom, wit and cerebral entertainment wherever he treads
and hes done a lot of treading let me tell you
more than most mortals could possibly imagine
as far as i know he hasnt set fut on other planets
but thats just due to lack of opportunities
besides
so he came to town
he thrilled and spilled
apparently
he provided a sublime distraction from all this maya
on this mortal, why the hell is it called coil?
but he was forced to tears by the absence of a close friend
not the one he serenaded in hospital
now another great man
of the same ilk
will be in town this very night
his name is marty
another not particularly inspiring name
but another whos greatness is not limited to his physical presence
his influece can be felt from anywhere on this so called bloody coil
perhaps if nasa had any class they would send another probulator into deepest space
and put his imprint on it
(or steves)
or wind one of their ethereal cords around it
marty shall dazzle, enchant and enthrall this very night
beard his way to greatness
strum, rock, enchant and poeticize
blow small minds away

and yes he did....

melbourne international comedy festival-comprehensive review

marvellous festivus this micf
not to be confused with the miff
the biff or the riff
and especially not the whiff
as he is known in some parts
this years melbourne international comedy festivus took place last night
it happened in the fad gallery
on corrs lane
upside your head
you had to go into the err something bar
where i had been only once before
looking for red things
youve gotta go in and then around and then up
where you waittttttttttttta and look at paintings and photos
some of which are particularly saucy
this bloke who looked liked daniel kitson was hanging about
he looked so much like daniel kitson he was daniel kitson
we went upschtairs to the festivus
it consisted of bloke called nick sun
who played in this room full of chairs and some people
he was pretty funny
shouting and kicking over chairs
not making racist jokes
banging on about how tired he was
and how he had a strong coffee
we had a beer
one each.. we werent gay
my new best mate daniel kitson laughed a lot
and that was the melbourne international comedy festival
so bog off

the space race is over

some men got in a stick
it went up and up
up and well you know the rest
it was white
it was big
it went vroom
they went all the way there
just to come back
except it was all a phoney
they tricked everybody
they even tricked me
and i wasnt even born
clever fuckers
ronald raygun knew better
he was gonna put a big ole gun on the big old cheese disc
there was a point in here somehwere
yes...
in the shadow of the moon
sure it at the new the other night
dublin amazing
all these interviews with ex wotsits spacefellas that went to the moon
except the most famous one
veal farmschlong or somebody
wondefully shot by an english chappy
so it didnt have that all-american bullshit flag waving gnar gnar cringe bollocks about it
showed jayeffkay
who i think was that muppety english bloke who dances about with a godawful hat on
making some promise about doing marilyn manson before the steak gets cold
and despite the fact it was just a big penis competition it inspired all kinds of good things
people in different countries getting a rush out of it etc
and these spaceblokes
all so humble and intelligent
telling how it made them feel to see the earth so far away
so small, so fragile etc
some got a bit godbothery about it
but not in that shitey painful way
talk about the ultimate perspective
kind of like how i feel about travelling
but to the enffff degree
so many super groovy shots of space and rockets and the moon
dont stop cant stop the music
like billy i thought i could go to the moon
dammit

eat my brain, go insane

ooh look at the pretty pictures!
theres some all multicoloured of my brain
my brain!
eat my brain, go insane
from four different angles
fancy that
how much detail there is!
the wonders of modern technology!
all take a number and fucking marvel at it!
ooh, look again
theres a pictures of the groovacious new dogvis
in all her sweet glory
note the lovely golden tan rusty bits
the black muzzle
the skinny legs
my my lets all admire her bloody beauty!
how about some pix that i put up of the jesus and mary chain in full flight
note jim reids floppy fringe! not!
how about the spectacular lighting!
although i wasnt there it wasnt that different to last night
the wonders of fucking technology
vaffanculo

fish of april

mr 100 per cent
thats me
no knockers can knock that
no chinks in my armour
im perfect
not a fault to be seen
one from one
some kind of blogging behemoth of consistency
stand back and admire my work
quanilty not qualtity

what the hell is an ide?

some kind of fruit thats shaped like a crustacean?
a small rodent that lives in the briar patch?
that other space shuttle that blew up?
something that would cheer up murray?
a day of mourning in chile?
the technical name for beavis' hairball?
something to slam one upside the head?
a sport involving lots of "good'oh's"and "jolly'ho's"
the mystery of the artist explained?
a seated bhutanese banquet with a dozen courses?
the page at the back of the paper with the shit 'wanted' ads on it?
bog off

fucking stewwwwdents

the thththpanith shat
upstairs about pash or rash or something
on johnston street
apparently the ththhthtthh heartland of this place
i dont know how many ththththhs you need to make a heartland
4 or 5 it would seem
so its apt
not an appartment
room 3
third door on the right
mysteriously enough
tables in the trad U formation
named after the boat that went underwater
a whiteboard
some chairs
the usual guff
iliana is from me-hi-co somwhere near the centre
square glasses with black rims (ahem)
students include;
a double jehovis
not in the conventional sense
with a great smile and warm disposition
chocolate vanilla icemousse
an interesting concoction
from parigi but with a newtered accent
skinny dancing meditating queen
certainly not boring
blue book lady with 'partner'
struggles a bit, bless her
has a bloke who turned up
seems very nice
kept grinning at me
either wants to rip out my kidneys
touch my culo
or thinks im funny
if only it wasnt too bloody easy
easy enough to make my head explode
arses

compleanno, almeno mi sembrava

be, ce stato il mio compleanno
a dire la verita non e' stata un granche
ma almeno mi lo aspettevo cosi
visto che la maggiore parte dei miei amici ecc ecc
la roba famigliare era piuttosto piacevole
la sorellina ha fatto la roba buona da mangiare
e' veramente in gamba quella
poi, stanco sono tornato a casa con la zia
ho dormito un po
e sono arrivati un ubriaco e un non tanto ubriaca
l'ubriaco ha schiacciato un pisellino mentre noi due sparavamo delle cazzate li' fuori
blahdy blah
poi abbiamo beccato un taxi fino st kilda
e la meno ubriaco si e' realizzata di avere lasciato il portafolio nella taxi
doh
dopo qualche stronzata e' tornato il tipo e tutto era apposto
siamo entrati e trovato un po di spazio davanti al un bar
inanimate carbon rod
e tutto andava abbastanza bene
il gruppo e tex suonavano alla grande
poi...
le cose sono andati un po storto
siamo usciti per una cigaretta e un po di relax
noi uomini sparavamo delle cazzate e lei si sdraiava sul divano cosa
poi e' arrivato un scemo buttafuori che le ha svegliata e ordinato di uscire
abbiamo cercato di convincerlo ma lo stronzo non se ne fregava niente
D uomo poi ha chiamato il buttafuori un militia
e il tipo si e rotto i coglioni e fatta un faccia cercando una lotta
deficente di merda
quindi, siamo usiciti, scortati sempre dal bastardo aggressivo
sempre con un aria aggressiva come se sfidasse qualcuno
che palle
ho visto forse 45 minuti di il mar crudele
gnar

my pet thththth

i had a dog once
i taught him to attack when he heard the word thhthththth
then i called him thhththhththh
so whenever i was a walking down the calle and some bunghole said tthththth
theyd get a good savaging from old ththth
he'd jump on them
bite them
drool on them
gnash at them
tear their clathes
rip at their skin
and scratch up their pretty well manicured faces
that showed them!
it did cost me several hundred pesetas in broken tellies tho
sometimes i would be watching an almodovar film
and little thththt would kick off and beat up the telly and urinate all over it when he was done
despite the inconwenience this caused
i was secretly proud of my dogwois
sometimes he would get confused when a brazilian came to visit
and sort of snarl in a confused manner
but he's working on it
next step is to teach him to maul any catalonian that bangs on about how catalunya is not spain

the light blue drug

i dipped my toe in the light blue drug the other day
rather anxious all things considered
apart from a dabble here and there in essex
and the occasional splash and grab
i hadnt tried it for n'years
would it all end in tears?
tears in the time-space continuity box?
would it mess up my hairs?
it was a good day to tempt le fate
so i tried it on
it were nice and tranquil round the shooting gallery
i asked a few questions
trying not to look too stupid
saw the naked men and went for it
very bright out of doors
which is to be my pathway to oblivion?
err.. that one
in we off
head down
thumbs suck
push orf
doing that familiar right left arm combination
kind of like falling off a bike
except you dont get hurt
and who ever remembers how exactly to fall off a bike?
(somebody should write a book of instructions)
arrived at the end of the line
there was a wall
rest up
rest down
more down
like it so much i did it again
dont od man!
plenty of restages in between hits
and a big floating on a cloud of liquid sesh at the end
i grew wings
they still ache a bit today
especially if i do 'that'
gotta go back
get me some more of that stuff

all kinds of mayhem

what a weekend of mayhem
what great heat
just one other thing;
what are you talking about?

walking down via ravecca

walking down via ravecca - i swear i never had a key
no one ever stayed at home - i was just off the train
walking down via ravecca - swear i never had some credit
i was knackered some
looking and feeling like a bum

see press the buzzer, send a text and sigh
but theres no hope coz erik is high, oh no
and you feel buggered coz youve got a bus, a plane and two trains
and the fog is descending in your brain, oh no

from montpelier to a doorway in front of a pizzeria
its goddamm far
from the stronzo with a port view to the rats in the vicoli
It's not that far
to the maggot frozen slumped against his suitcase
its not that far
would you like to have a calling card?
i couldnt help you, even if id like to

Walking down via ravecca - i swear i had 3 sims
no i never rang no-one - useless without the funds
walking down via ravecca - swearing my head off
i was sending to go do in culos some
checking out the scum

when you get to the towers dont hope in vein
there'll be no vespa, give it up, oh yeah
the dressed up stronzi with the big posh coats
the ones who smiled
the ones defiled
the ones who wondered che cazzo?

from paolinos place to via ravecca
its not that far
from the beer in the fridge to my frozen legs
its not that far
to the maggot freezing near barbarossa
its not that far
would you like to know where the fuck he is?
i couldnt help you, even if id like to

within every citta and paese theres a via ravecca
frozen maggots for whom the phones not ringing
hungry maggots with only pence, bolivars and cents
slumped nowhere looking for a bench
so you slouch on back affecting nonchelance
getting a strange look by some overdressed ponce
bolivars and pence wont by that foccaccia
another half hour passes another 30 walk past ya
like having a 12 inch single of metropolis
but without a turntable to play this
the carabinieri wander down
do they ask a question, no you you arent brown
what to do? one wonders, drag the self off to mo?
what a nightmare and its so far to go
when you dont know the credit card pin
youre up shit creek and trying to grin

from piazza di ferrari to the blue stone pavings
its not that far
from the stoners round the corner to the dog crap
its not that far
to the maggot with the frozen legs
its not that far
would you like to know more
i can moan on if youd like me to

from mr mountains office to piazza dante
its not that far
from the fighe on the passegiata to the colombus' house
its not that far
to the grumpy maggot wondering what the fuck?
its not that far
i would like to see some stronzo
id biff him if youd like me to

outside no 10 sits a bemused maggot meek
his grip on reality is not as bent as the freak
its like a goddam bad joke
nearly as ugly as mr noke
its been an hour or two and he still cant escape
poverty, poor planning and crapness hold him like tape
without email, phone or text
what on earth to do next
you could see mr mountains, its not that far
one short drag and he might say belin
to the old stock exchange with bags et all
up the lift and around the round hall
its a shame to blag a fag, but you cant help yourself
thank fuck he hadnt gone home and has the map on the shelf
still aint got a girl
still aint got a girl
no, its not a stretch too far
not at all a stretch too far
he still aint got a girl

a pub crawl at one pub

how about that pub crawl then?
i went on it
i rode its bumpy track
i pulled on its reins
i blah blahd its metaphors
i could go on
but i simply cant be arsed
brain death and all that
on this pub crawl there were stops at;
lambsgo bar
and thats it
there was dan
who always bloody looks like simon bini
and is less insane
but is even more boring
that were zapp
who i stupidly didnt say hi to
coz i was too busy being cranky and complaining that everybody were boring turds
there was the horseface chick that beavis chatted up
not looking too horsey
til she opened her mouth
there was christian
such a good guy
just soooooooooo serious
and his chick
gone the dawgs
a couple from toulouse
the bloke being very friendly but couldnt understand why i like italy so much
i knew this bloke
his mother was french
his father was french
....
then the kids came over after hearing their names through the magic mirror on romper room
there was banquo, trevina, ravisshing and meat pie
banquo really is pretty figa
just off her fucking face
meat pie is quite chatty
but such a kid
trevina is such a dude
pity about her crap taste in blokes
ravisshing is well simply ravishing
way over my head
there was all kinds of excitement about housing
and a bouncy castle out the back
a sandpit full of cat excrement and some boiled lollies
lots of big noise ensued
dont know what i was thinking
just drank too much beer
and did my best
baileys and straight gin
maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

something went that way

the bumpy road in the taxi
on the wide motorway
the steamy night in a big plaza with small beer
the girls that served beer in the pool hall
with their tight purple trousers and white shirts
the buzz on the streets while eating a big meaty thing with butt
the bikers training going around and around los proceres
the confusion exiting the airport
vanessas little hair and jota
the traffic so bad a taxi wouldnt have you
the silly man with recorded sales pitch on bleating from his van
the little jumpy dog downstairs crapping on
pans labyrinth
endless ranting from endless channels by some political buffoon or another
bus tickets that cost 100 but really 90
the idiocy of queuing to enter public buildings
the sheer idiocy of having to by trousers to enter then not being able to find anywhere to put them on
vanessa wiggling away furiously telling me to keep up
simona making more arepas and chatering away at a million miles an hour
the new fabtastic rubbish trucks
the rubbish bin full of water, but when to use it?
stalls selling avocados on the street corner
big shopping centre straight out of mallvern
not so great ice creams
oscars parents with their stories reminiscent of rhodesia
the decaying university
big cups of cream with strawberrys in galipan
the chill with view of fog
buildings that stretch on for ever
or did i imagine that/

well, what did you expect, i mean, rally?

tom waits is banging on about his 16 shells
im currently reading a book about him
well, not really about him
but a collection of interviews and articles about him
he is a rally interesting bloke
bound to go off and make up a whole load of bollocks
which i quite admire
yeah rally
its called
err something to do with tom waits
and him making stuff up
...
been doing a bit of cycling of late
nothing epic mind
just a ssccchlerpf up to feetmounts
or a damblit over to the parky warky
or a slither down to the racist shops on smith street
or a hoopf up to the cinema (ORGO) to the theatre
my calves are having something to say about it
but it is great to be grooving around
with a back to front helmet on
and on a kiddies bike
with canary yellow bits
its like-
whhhhhhhhhhhay
or
whujopooooooooooooooo
or some other crap
this barlsy weather is just the most
just when its too cold to sit outside and drink beer
without 13 puffy jackets
it gets all peachy again
long live the peach farm
things seem to be moving
deep underground
and no im not just trying to outdo the brits
and no im not just making another arse joke
lets just hope it doesnt go over the torp
and large cracks open up
and swallow everything and everybody down
down down deeper and down
haaaaa!

must i pitch you a painter?

went for a roll today
twas too lovely a day to not
rolled down the road
rolled across the road
then got all excitable and caned off with the lights
its impossible not to
you just cant help yourself
you bonk rabbits
bad habits
just gotta get that momentum up
groovin with the traffic
cant fight that feeling
oooh ahhh baby waby
the faster you go
the better it is
and quite possibly the more counterproductive it is
finally arriving with burnage legs at feetmount
wandered about trying to think of things to do and buy
then rolled over to the parky warky
such a luffly sunshiney day and all that
trying to find a place to sdraiarmi
not that easy
loads of happy picknickers
i had no idea
i still have no idea
i thought i was onto to something rarebear
i will have no idea
chilled a bit winston
but the crappy prickly grass and the ants and the other shitty insects took their toll
three fitty
so i rolled back
the endorphins man
the endorphins
dont wanna miss the last bus from lavatory central...

sorry about the good times

yes i have been rather slack
things are coming to a hed
and now the film is about to start
its french you know
about a tache you know
how can i possibly divide my attention between that and this?
downright impossible
tis a pity though
i have some tales to tell
about taches to start with
about wine
about scratches
about mitres
about loud bands
about cranky me
about sad revelations
about films about nutters
and films about uber nerds
and and and
whole days passed in a daze
about camels riding high
about beavis sinking low
about about about
feeling kinda seedy
about sitting up straight on the back of the tram
about jack black
not flank tho
agggggggggggggggggj hes doing it
aghghgh im not paying attention

whats wrong with the world

i dont have a castle
it isnt on an island
where i would like to place it
there isnt any room for me to park my yacht
pronounced y-a-ch-t
in the marina round the back
theres no helipad that i can use to pop over to lovely fishing village to get a gelato
nor a tunnel with a trainage on it
no wing to host my parties in
no enormous kitchen for my cooks to come up with masterpieces
no other wing for the wenches
my formula one career isnt going great guns
just because i want it to
the strenuous training regime isnt reaping its benefits
but not because im slacking off
like i should be
my accountant isnt creaming money off the top
which wouldnt bother me coz im soo rich
my beautiful wife
carlotta
isnt wowing me everyday
and my scores of mistresses arent making it all just a bit more bearable
my amazing wine collection and posh top shelf liquors arent blocking up the hallways
despite their best attempts
my unseemly political meddlings arent bringing grief to the inbreds and thieves
berluschifo is quaking in fear of my next intervention
the church arent playing nightly in the ballroom
except for when i want another band to serenade during my mighty banquets
chirpy lou reed perhaps
my crazy big personal kick bottom personal jet isnt hopping over the stratosphere
or some sphere or other
and im not heading off to my chalet for a bit snow goat riding
with my good chums
woderwick and trec
bah humbug

sorry about that...

today somebody said sorry
not that horrid little maggoty man
oh no
thatd be too much then wouldnt it?
stronzo
it makes sense
and it had to happen
not that it stopped all the arseholes trying to fight it
to the bitter end
even in a moment of no return
the pricks were still fighting it
one arsehole read a magazine
another arsehole sulked in the background before walkin off
and the boss arsehole made a speech
pretending to give a shit
but still sticking in a few words in defence of the indefensible
they remain a pack of un reconstructed fascists
i am sorry
most decent people are sorry
except perhaps the ignorant ones
their time has passed
and hopefully their unpleasant little scumbag offspring will learn something
unlikely
but at least their numbers will diminish
decade by decade
all that damage done
even if it was with good intentions
needs nay deserves nay fucking merits nay
nay nay
an apple ohgy
tis one of the those days when it makes one proud to be an ostrayan
that hasnt happened for a good while
heres hopin it might be more forthcoming in the immediate future
cynicism begorrah bedevilled kidneystoneflatfootboat

racism and meat pies

somebody once told me that meat pies are the opposite to racism
frankie barbituates mentioned it behind the slavery shoppe
poor old frankie
he wasnt up to much
if only at the time i had realised the beauty that frankie held
i too believed he was racist
and his family
perhaps they had meat pies stashed in their bags
or between their papers
i didnt put them there
or even imagine they could be put there
but this whole racism thing has got my goat
taken it for a walk
and demanded that i be called saucepan
which it never, ever acceded to
what?
its all hysteria somebody once cried
i saw that fellow with his foot planted on the castle
it wasnt me crying out about it
is it posible that the bloke with the long dark legs was racist?
or did he have meat pies stashed somewhere?
or the lady with the left over underpants on her head?
oh she can just fuck off
whether shes racist or not
and as for those dildos with on their ears
that think that god bred them specially in a fishtank
they are diry racist fuckers
not to mention fools and bungsnappers
oh look
im a complete tossface
and i reckon god took a big grin at me
coz i married my cousin
you muppets
may a large bomb made out of meat pies
with or without cheese
shrooms
tomayytoes
boef
or vaffunculo juice
drop on your collective heads and obliterate you forever
meat pie dissing stronzi

SILMS

sudden instant lack of memory of syndrome
is what ive got
the distinct lack of posting makes it kind of noticeable
but it didnt work
it hasnt worked
and it wont work
truth be told it hasnt been very sudden
not the least instant
but the rest of it is quite apt
i dont quite know what happened
it only seems yesterday
was a song by some caved in nose dude
who then got shot
for unamerican activities
that i claimed to have my mojo back
it wasnt an empty claim
at least it didnt seem it at the time
i was all over the post over the blues blues
and ready to boldy go where the hell i had already been
with a modicum of enthusiasm
and at least with something perhaps to say
and then it all went away
and theres been nothing to say
well there might have been
but i wasnt there to say them
whatever that means
or meant at the time
but now im back on the bike
i hope that doesnt end of up being another empty claim
i guess only time will tell
i hope it doesnt tell too loudly
with stickers and pompoms and that
then id look pretty silly in front of all these people
me and errrrrrr..........
vive il grancio

bastard throat fest

my throat hurts
not just hurty wurty
it bloody fucking hurts
hurts when i talk
hurts when i laugh
hurts when i breathe
hurts bloody all the bloody time
cant eat
cant drink
cant shout or carry on
fuck this fucken throat

sir angus of the prrrrrrrrrrrooooon nite

sir angus of the prooooooooooon was a famous scots bloke
he wrote blurbs for the back of cereal packets
you know the ones..
'eat this and your head will become fat and jolly'
'crack o bites make your nob bigger'
'reconstituted dog shite contains no reconstituted dog shite'
'trust me or my name isnt sir angus of the prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrooooooooon'
made of bullshit etc etc
in honour of his first ever add for Hairy turd snacks
every year on a day
nobody particularly cares which one
everybody gets together and reads out something from the pack of cereal pack in a silly voice
they also eat big bowls of cereal
and drink mr lavatory's own sir angus of the alcoholic prune juice
everybody puts on silly clathes
and bangs on about their great aunt broomhilda who once met sir angus at wee bonnie rocky pointo
people listent to another old traditional music
including such classic hits as;
haggis mchaggis sings about his haggis
rod stewart tossing off his khyber
ronald mcdonald sings come let me fist ya, wee bairn
alex salmond singing we want the north sea oil back
and that bloke that bangs on about gogo mobiles seranades auntie aggie with ive got a motorbike jammed up my backside...

i am being forced against my will to write a blog - help

simon is frocing me to write this blog whilst he sweeps in the toilet and kitchen. he's tyring to be inspiring about what to write but it's unfortunately not helping.....hmmmm...... i'm hungry. the end.

the streets of your town

the other day i went that way
i saw a ramp and a lot of cars
i didnt see the trees they wanted to disintegrate
perhaps i was looking the wrong way
i do get a bit distracted sometimes
infatti, c'e uno scemo che mi chiama 'distratto'
stronzo
i saw where it all happens
what all the fuss was about
an australian bethlehem if you like
except bethlehem can go fuck itself
its probably on stolen land by now
i went through a green parkage bit
with dodgy chaps hanging around a bbq
one of them seemed to be looking for something down the front of his trousers
mysteries abound
there was all of a sudden some kiddly piddly play thing
that i swear wasnt there a couple of weeks back
sure i was drunk
but i didnt walk through any fences
i can assure you of that
i sussed the laneage
and divined that maybe he had a point
then bricked it home.

think that was good?
you sad fook
well it gets even more thrillingly riveting
the following day i headed off into the sunset
its sets in the east doesnt it
saw some luvvelry plaices
all treeswy weeswy and that
sweet ickle porches or whatever they are called
i went that way and saw a familiar car going the other way
upon my return i did point out to said car
that its frontage wasnt exactly picturesque
i got called a fibber
by a bloody car ....
no wonder the world is coming to a salty ending
blah blah blah
the machines are rebelling
blah blah blah
technofear

even more baffled by that epppp?
nob end

yet another day i headed off into the errr alba
strictly speaking thats an enourmous fucking lie
but i dont speak strictly
or strickly either
if you cant enunciate properly
eeejiot
off i went
to explore the hitherto unknown realms of cecil west
sounds a bit gay doesnt it?
's alright i guess
a little skinny cat that wasnt called lionel
apparently
a bloke and a lady
that may or may not have been a couple
im not one to assume
i played chicken with a tram at 30 paces
by going in other direction completely
i cant seem to walk without being swamped by well or evil wishers
not one soul (err, dont believe in them either)
not one fish was oblvious to me
all magnetically drawn from whatever task was at hand
to stare, hate, admire, gawp, drool and ponder
luckily im rather easy going
phgggffffffffffffschnort

fleeting inspiration

yep
there it goes...

which was nice

theres nothing to eat in this town
except the mexican i had the other night
that happened to be really bueno
there was arturo
there were the chicky birds that served
a cool chick from cile
who spoke great thththth
not very surprisingly
and an osstraylian bird who lived in guadalajara
but didnt know the bit of town which i made up
and is really near san fransisco en los estado unidos
anyways
twas the real deal
i got to bang on a bit in ththththth
which was nice
drank daisies
had fajitas with mas chili
which spiced it up a beet
lots of groovy decorations
masks and comedy little wall hangings
and a farmacia on the wall
with the kleptomania potion was stolen!
another time i had nihon food
with real nihon jin waitresses
i love nihon waitresses
delightfully presented food too
which was nice
a leetle boat of sushi and sashimi
then a big plate of various hot things
and a huge seafood hotpottage thing
which melted me
and green tea ice cream...
not to mention the time not that long ago when i munched vietnamete food
a million ricepaper rolls
filled with flamin galahs
and other things
which were nice
a salady noodly delight and other gudies
not to mention the other night when i had afghan food
which looked suspiciously like indian-pakistani food
yummy meet and groovy dishes full of spicy things
particukularly the spinach
it could have been better tho
which was not completely nice
qorma and the like
then i had some nihon food
different mind you
but equally fabulicious
in fact maybe even better
more lovely nihon jin waitress birds
i love nihon jin waitress birds
this one was very cute too...
delish kirin beer
and lots of eggplant and parcelly things
which was nice
twas great to see the popstar again
which was really nice

i wish there something to eat in this town...

scanvis and the outlagger

oh bloody arse
im soooooooooo sick of scanning photos and negatives
it seems ive done nothing else for the last couple of weeks
at this point in time ive done over 1300
fucking arse
dont get me wrong....
la lallalalalala
its a huge boon
and afterwards the look fab up their on the sliver screen
but its such a pain in the arse to do
especially the negatives
especially the curly wurly wubbity ones
they are so finicky and shitty they make one want to smash things around the place
luckily im such a mild mannered fellow
so gentle of tongue
and never leapstering into a punk fut
yar its looking gude tho
a gazillion towns in a quarter gazillion countries
in a big few continents
with shedloads of sheds
animals
natural features
waterfalls, mountains and lakes
lots of man made thungs too
pyramids, towers, castle, palaces, barricades threats meeet something
people of all kinds of skinnage
that spake many a language
old, young, male, female, smelly and clean
i guess i must have seen all those things with my eyes then
remarckstable

wish i had something interesting to say....

revenge of the metal dancing thingy

i did it again
i went to the potty
like a big boy now
after that i went out
twas dublin hot
hotter than can be called reasonable
got a crab driven by a bloke from ethiopia
who was most amazed i knew anything about his country except that there was a famine.
hah, bloody clever trousers now arent i
invaded by italians
who promptly managed to fuck it up
large surprise
the only country in africa not to be colonised
about hailsalesse and all that biz
the source of the blue nile
the soldiers in somalia
the secession and war of eritea
the whole semtic biz
blahblahblah
we had a good old chat
but he did say one thing that i found odd
he reckons ethiopia is now rubbish coz it wasnt colonised
thats a bit confusing
maybe he had a point
if i was ethiopian id be well proud of not being colonised....

the metal dancing again
yawn
bloody boring
more stabbing glow in the dark nads
and sitting about being bored witless
or is that shitless
ho hum
but this time i got to a test
to make my brain work
clicking on mousey mousey
text and colours and all that
very frustrating and made me feel really thick
dammit
then the robot mating dance again
strangely relaxing really
maybe i will pick one up for the bedroom
im sure they dont cost much
makes your neck go all warm
and off it goes
taking ickle pickies of yer brain
while ladies swan in and out
greek doctors
whats that you say, a greek doctor?
i learned the difference between a radiologist and a radiographer
ho hum
i need to get out more

now bowies got bird banging on in japanese and my foot hurts
funny that...

strange metal mating dance above my hedd

i dont talk to instruments
thatd just be plain daft
i caught a yellow crab the other day
and i didnt end up in a river full of toxins
so bloody hah to vosotros
pig lovers and all
i got out of the crab
and went and sat down
in a strange land called mullbern
dont know what they wanted
twas all rather surreal to me
apparently it was a good idea
i sat and blat for a bit
and a kind lady asked how my baby was
i replied that i wasnt sure
but i imagined quite well
thanks
she didnt believe me that i didnt have a baby
bizzzarro
they took me off to a room
i talked too much
and ACCIDENTALLY gave false information
then they stabbed me
walked out and turned down the lights!
i sat there for 15 mins
wishing that i could meditate
i thought about people
about dreams
about phone conversations
real and imagined
friends that are too far away
how sunny it was outside
and about 18999 things
all in the first minute
it was pretty boring really
i wondered what my bike was doing
eventually one lady came in
she didnt say a word and put some isotopes in my holy arm
they kind of tickled and were chilly
i wonder how chilly and ticklish it would have been to have been at chernobyl that day
another 15 dragged on awfully
i thought of all kinds of things
mostly the ones that i should have done
but ive been putting off
or those that stood in the road ahead of me
like some scary grown up obligation monster
that 15 mins really slurmed its way away
then they both came in...
took out my stabbage and sent me off to the waiting room
to sit 'quietly'
i felt like a naughty schoolkid
which i may well be
i wandered if being quiet allowed me to flick thru the quality mags there
i supposed not
i might have got all excitable reading time
and got my crank on and ruined all the pretty pictures
that was 39 mins
belach
at last it was ooova
they lead me back in and lay me down on this big arsed machine
well it had more of a big head
than a big arse
it danced around my head
for another half an hour
in a strange robotic mating dance
the left plate thingy would shudder a little
the right would do exactly the same
the left plate thingy would slide down a few cms
the right plate thingy would slide up some
and so on
i tried to sleep
fuck this is a riveting story
BUT IT DIDNT
IT DRAGGED ON INTERMINABLY
JUST LIKE THIS BLOG
SO FUCK OFF

and a merry new footrub

before it fades away
best document if that is the right word, the turning of the year
there was a bbq slash axl partaaay here at shat-oh-beavuoirvis
was good and all
there was kev and drave
then there was gaz
we played a bored game which got us all a bit bawd
e
then there was murray
who brought along drew
another refugee from the badlands of paisley
fresh off the boat
jehovis showed her pretty face
sandra flowed on by
damien shooobitted himself on thru
as enigmatically as ever
with 2 frenz in toe
that bird that was at merrydeath last year
the other last year
the one that still seems like last year
and some bloke who spoke a foreign tongue
won that i know ravver well
much to my delightvus
we munched and drank and schmoked
spoke about some things
i imagine
then it were orf down the road
about 50 metres in fact
to the parco where they hav a parti
apparently da sempre
tis only my second coming
lots and lots of people
lots and lots of legs
lots and lots of bung people
some fireworks
and big noise
i didnt get up to much really
wasnt feeling that fabbo
altho i did my best
with bourbon and punch and beer
did a fair bit of sititng around
chatting with peoples
lots of blethering in the language of the speschial ones
peeple came and went
the year came and went
some arbitrary fucking numbers
thats okay with me tho
the eskii took a butt belting
i naughtily played with shoes
that i shouldnt have
and put on my straightest of faces
when the trub came to town
the jolly brothers went into the mix looking for the chemical brothers
jehovah kept going missing
just like a god....
dave was on gude form
some good folk barraged a man from far away in fluent swearitaliano
that was cool
came back to the hoose
kez was flopsied
sat round a beet
some jocular people brought out the tekila
bleaghghhg
no really
back to the park
some more of the same
damien called me some more names
hmmmm
chatted with a lady with nice teef
back to hoose perhaps
jehovis was found
paler than a stack of meat pies
beavis was a bounding
on fine fiery form
we had the best at the party
singing and dancing to the weensters
perhaps a beets earlier...
coming and going
outside dreenking and smoking
inside lounging and snoffing
never done that before
and repeat...
apparently some eediot managed to set fire to the back fence at 5am
how maggoty is that
alls well that ends well
alls well when surrouned my gude people...

beavis has an arty cupboard

dorme di la'
spero che dorme bene
che fa sogni pacifici
cosa fa la' non lo so
ma ne posso imaginare
eccome
meglio di no
sarebbe un' altra sprecata di energia
o uno spreco
ma dorme di la'
fuori del mio mondo
ci devono essere dozzine di questi tipi
di offerte
di speranze
di inutili fantasie
e' per quello che non posso farcelo piu
e' troppo facile cadere in quella trappola
anche senza parole esatte
fara freddo di la'
io ci sono stato
degli anni fa
non e' che mi lo ricordo piu di tanto
qualche immagino e' rimasto
un paio di emozioni
sembra che sia stato un altro
pero ho sempre la prova
un' altra fantasia
fanno male queste cose
te lo posso giurare
non so quella che pensa
sono stato invitato fino ad un certo punto in quel mondo
e' sono rimasto incastrato
senza via di scampo
be, non e' la verita completa
ci sono ancora
mi sembra un mondo confuso
ma un mondo meraviglioso lo stesso
dove vorrei tanto restare e esplorare
mi pare che potrei fare tanto bene
il tocco leggero e le parole giuste
mi rende triste che dorme di la'
cosi' lontano
nel tempo e nello spazio
non sto male qua
non sogno di essere la
a lottare, a imprecare e piangere
vedrai il mondo piu bello
troverai un felicita finora sconosciuta
la pace, la tranquillita e la contentita
ti aspettano
con le braccia apperte
ma aspetta...
e' la fanatsia che torna
come un vecchio amico che non mi va di sentire piu
ma dorme la' ugualmente
mi chiedo che succede di la'
nel cervello
da dove viengono queste umori
la tristezza e la lacuna di pace
da un quasi paradiso
sarebbe il luogo dei miei sogni
io potrei dormire di la'

the wife and i thank you very much...

we had the best time at your party
but its kind of hard to comment right now
coz i cant see the end of my foot
i know its down there somewhere
there was no lollipops
there was no wizz fizz
or barbituates
come to think of it i dont even know what barbituates are...

la fantasia no ce l'ho piu

i lost my imagination
oh dear
i must have put it down somewhere when the phone rang
or something of the like
no
thats not right
some people of big imaginations
that fill up the room like a herd of antelope
rubbing their tusks against the fireplace
some people have ickle ones
that you have to look very close to make out
like a mirrors reflection of the sun on the ceiling
on a splendido giorno
or even a serene one
and then there are those that dont have em at all
way too many of those for my liking around these days
its those fuckers that make the world a shitty shitty place
wars and the like

my imagination was always a fairly healthy size
sometimes inflating itself beyond all reasaonble size
and beyonds its realistic limits
then you could see the holes in it
peter pan you might say
never had no wings butt
put it away

so it fell out somewhere
i hope it wasnt when i was hanging out on a caddle grid
or a street drain
then i will never find the bugger again
usually it finds me
lucky really
considering how senile i can be
it could be in a jacket pocket
or a trouser leg or some such rot
or a bloody salvagente lining
not to be rediscovered until winter in 2010
sounds pretty far away unless you actually think about it
someone might have call the hoodoo guru singer and let him know about it being at hand

so the imagination
perhaps it got sick of the lack of affection and upped and left
thatd be a shit
but it might just serve me right
heres hoping its just sulking out on the street somewhere
and its a warning
i have neglected it
that much is true
its been pretty much unloved for many moons
lazy brain cant be farked

i dont think i could afford another
i wouldnt even know where to begin looking for one
or being one
plus
i suspect you cant get replacements
i reckon you get one and its up to you to make the most of it
so the lepers with none are stuck without for their entire sad lives
wankers
and sad fuckers who rot their brains with drugs of various kinds and kill theirs
well they too are todgered

well fancy fucking that
ive just come up with a whole load of bollocks
and i didnt even have to think about it for second
it came to me a like a cascade of....
never mind
HA.... its back
suck my munch mondo cattivo

her first screen test

its been a long time between drinks
no thats not right
no i never had a script
oh croak this
harsh times come to thee no more

happy christmas

hi all,
so here we are - its Christmas!
we are here is ringwood, Victoria, Australia.
its a leafy green suburb.
there is the tinkling of the piano keys being made by a cousins girlfriend who i haven't met before.
there is food in the fridge and on the benches that is waiting to be eaten by us hungry relatives.
i am hungry as i worked out the food for lunch, but didn't quiet get around to eating breakfast. little lucy had breakfast - kiwi and rice porridge - but not i.
so i am looking forward to try the portugese style chicken that was cooked in the weber last night.
many hugs,
Lisa.

no, rally

id stop the world and melt for you...

underwhelmed blog

ohhh i had so much to tell
so many tales of far orf lunatics
of different languages
different faces
big water and mountains and bleaches and thththth
of moving, keep on moving
of precious time spent with darling muppets
of hearts exploding with expectation
of transport
more fucking transport
of funny faces and accents
of a community in a few streets on the other side
of a whole load of stuff
....
i had an itchy foot before

flatpack lifestart kit

nobody is talking about mary
we are talking about marydeath
that lady that was never there...
a clean break between passst and present
flesh singed and perfect scarring achieved
perhaps its better that way
tho it doesnt make it less fastidious
or spezza cuore
that doesnt look right
a type of angoscia that is strictly personal
experiences vissute with gente adorata
meh and beh
but thats over there now
in the land of the past
a particularly rich land in this case
its got more inhabitants, colours and odours than most pasts
heres a line drawn under it
pity i dont really wish to...
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brave new world
a view of a green tree
horses for corses
new improved everything
no daunting tasks ahead
only exciting challenges one can rise to like a rising challenge machine
huzzzfuckingahhhh
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marydeth
wot?
massive achievement in backage pagging
despoiled by forgetting everything
surrealist woman blues
strange familiar faces
drivin drivin
there you go
queuing queuing
camping etc
drinking smoking way too much
goto megadromedome
get fed up and way too blahah
wander off and stagger lee
cant find it at all
go to bed
muppet.
day 2
rested a tad
breadheads in town
setting orf for the long long very long engagement
tsalright the
berntastic stretching out in all his blue tape glory
the song remained the same
black lips or something
some dude from kinston winston mun
didnt rock beavis boat
art brut were good
but kind of just missed the finishing touche
i dont know
anddddddddddddd

non e' nemmeno un reipilogo

errr che cazzo succede ?
dopo il volo fino a sydney, con tanto ma tanto spazio...
ero fuori come una decina di balconi
cazzeggiare per l'aeroporto
ho deciso di dichiarare la mandibola della piranha
ma ho domenticato la mela e il pannino
doh!
mi hanno rotto le palle pero fortunatamente ho fatto un bel impersonazione di uno stupido
e mi hanno perdonato senza multarmi
fewwwww
poi il volo di carntarse a melby
madonna che schifo che fa la cantarse
e poi eccoci a 'casa'
un viaggio breve con la signorina allo studio
un studio vuoto e un po triste
poi a fruttidelmare tuckerbag a vedere l'ex casa di chiv?
il cervello e' ormai fuso completamente e trovo molto difficile il dovere di communicare
poi al jeff pattison licksarse
nel palazzo... quante e' grande.
un po di relax e un po da bere
piu di un po
e il giorno prox facciamo il trasloco in una nebbia grande
fino a fitzbeavis...
che cazzo...?

jet slag and meeting george, like fuck...

a wussy little pygmy building that was greatly honoured san that i visited....



..................................................................................................................................................................
some things happened
of great consequence
no doubt
but my brain is insane in the members end brane
it is 8.33 pm
and you are reading taipei airport
at least thats the time here in taipei
if you are reading this in equatorial guinea
well go suck my socks
i dont know what time it is...
what a day
see my vest
left lauralandia with little sleep and some hangover for 7thurthy ish
metro from place of the gold medals
who won them and wot for?
annuva metro from museo which is only slightly called museo
except when its called cavour
not cavour
what the fufufuufu?
got my tickety boo from remarkably non 3rd world machine
painlessly except for the one pain in my brain that remains unchanged
and the fact that some nuff nuff put the cards in backwards
got the highspeed tav funkotronic is it really worth the exccschtra 14 euro trainage to rrroma
thats alright then
then hopped onto the goattrain to fiumicino
at least thats what i think happened
seems too long ago now
theres goes a plane thundering down runnyway
played where the fuck is the bancone game
lots of others played too
but they were all shit at it
found out they spelled my name all rong
spelled it f-a-r-t-k-n-u-c-k-e-r
twats
got my train
got all emotional about leaving the promising land
dull long slow thud there
and we're off
happy to score 2 seats
happy to choose mooofies
chose simpsons finalfuckingmente
not bad, if only my hed wasnt doing itself in
ate
did that some more
slept
a movie about some chick called dawn who rescued vietnam
eat, sleep, wotch film, that drill
booted off at bangers
collect great stash of duty free booze
only to discover worm man has cancelled it
fucking little cunt
dodgy fags for suzzzzzzie queueueueue
do the lap for no reason and were off again after not watching buddhist chat shows
looooadsa room on planeage
stretch me out and have 4 of those spanx very much
eat, wotch, snooze and drool
and its tiepay time
moan
waste time before going on half day siteseeing trip with ovver gringoes
v cool guide dude suspiciously called scott or something
who aint a big fan of japanese people
and is a big fan of the changerator
ends up being very cool and i dont drop dead from jet slag
see a buddhist crowded temply jobbie
see the prezzs house that apparently looks like hamsterdam station
boh
see temple for the ded people who died making war to save the world from war
saw the we really really really love chang kai shek building
photes of changers on the lavatory
changers brushing his moe
changers mincing his way down carnaby street with joanna luvly
changers just being famous
ooops another plane beasts off down the runway
changs car
changs other car
you get the pitcher
then get dropped near the worlds biggest building
or tallest shortcake
its dublin huuuuuge
go up and and up up and and
amazing fast lift
greeeeted by prettty girls with antlers
do an hour of hard time with guided tour thing and looking at stuff thinking that i shouldve eaten
really pretty bluddy spesh
big too
with a big gold nad in the middle
got the farsted lift
the tallest inhabited something
the tallest office thing
the tallest pile of cheese sticks
whooosh goes another planeage
its all action today with big ron hair
opt out of the pretty crystally tower thing
i love pretty crystally thing vand get the super cheesy fat bastard pretending to blow up the builiding fote
no, neither do i
look just fuck off i woz tired
in the end opt out
go down down down
food court full of amazing munch and 300 silly dollars scorchiong a whole in my bucket
eat it
then orf to find airbus or something
find it
mysteriously meet half my little tour groupage on it
chatting with couple from brisvegas
few types from slovenia
and im back at taipei hairport struggling to stay sane and awake
only another hour and a half to go ....
then more bloody
another plane cruises by this time
maybe he missed a gear
and stalled an automatic
how about that lll
sigh very fucking profondo

if youre out there george...
youre shit and you know you are...

si, si nicholas e' una casa meravigliosa....

i wish to point out the following;
no sleep til bristol
buses and buses and buses to brisvegas airport
no, i dont have any liquids
except those ones there
sorry about that... again
flight to orio al serio... otherwise known as bergamo or milan bergamo
what a load of bollacks
i could see bergamo alto from the train
made me all sooky for the ilaria daze
cruised past dalmine on the autostrada
train to genova from milano centrale
texts stronzuomo saying i will be there around 7
no answer, no interest
arrive and spend 2nd last euro to get the toy train from principe to sarzano
stroke of genoese brilliance no.1-take 30 years to build a shitful little metro line
have a stop at one of the main stations, which cooincidentallyh is underground
but whatever you do, dont join the underground main station to the underground metro station
make the suckers walk up and out and up and out and around and for fucking miles to then go down down deeper and down
fucking eeejiots
communque
finally arrive at casa stronzo.. but theres no answer to the doooooh
sitting in via ravecca passing time
got not credit left on italian fone
got not credit left on uk fone
cant contact anybody
got no euros
got no money in bank account
only money is on credit card, but i dont have a bloody pun
cant get no credit man
arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh
in the end make a dash for the office of mr mountains and the beauty of his shock when i wombat into the office
good old life saving mr mountains... long may he diatribe
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in genova there was erik
he was off his face
lovesick and not little squilibrato
his shower was green
the hot water was a trial to achieve
duck your head and turn the yellow knobs
paolino is loving his new music collection
in his luffly house with a view of campo pisano over the porto.. sort of
marco is on form
marco is always on form
marghe is on super form... tales of tall and true
mr mountains is barking
barking, woof woof, rock n roll
unibank credito in via dante is a merda
passed 4 hours waiting for service
mentolocale is still doing apertivi
still asking too much money
money runny nose
monica is there
hello monica is there
quanto sei simpatica....

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napoli-
arrive in a weary old state
too cold or not too cold
sit up a drinking with lovely laura
talking and chiacchierando
tutti e both
next day is rest day
feeling not too energetic
another evening of drinking and smoking
watching fillums and talking bollocks with l and antonella
also chat with housmates, err him, him and her... and friendly paco perbacco
day 3 and was a day of gringoism
walking tour of old napolitown
really very lovely
fantastic streets rammed with people
the presepe streets
the that street
lots of interesting stuff to do and see
and all the more appealing with a charming hostess
find a funky prez for the sorellina
try the babA, try the sfogliatella...
ooh that babA is sooaaaked in rhum not ron
gotta do it man, im napoletano now
both delightfully delishvous
the presepi are amazingly intricate
pity they are based upon lies and propoganda
look at jewellery shoppes and snaffle a ring and a post nasal stabbage
lovely l buys the ring for me
what a kind being...
wander down by the piazza del popolo
the palazzo reale
and some pitchas down by the watttta
it was really lovely
fresh but not too cold
the sun did show and make it all fancy dancy
back to vomito and walking about looking for a gnarli rad shop
we find after many moons but its closssssssssssed
back for a chill winston
then its orf again around vomito looking for gnarli rads, sleeping pills and train tix
no joy there
in the end plump for change of idea and herbal slippages
decide to drop into gs rip off market and buy years supply of stuff at an exorbitant prices
lovely l is not a happy bunny
back to herr place, trying desperately to sort train tix online
but the trenitalia site is a mare
in any language
hoping against hope my cc hasnt been frozen following email
after seemingly hours of stress its all done
and im very happy
guests show up and i get to play tropical fush
dont see much of the hostess
which is a pity
eating napolitan pizzas
like they should be done
drinking beers and wotnot else
passing spliffs and playing a silly board game called taboooooooooo
kind of unfair on rusty non mother tongue speakers
so i just swear a lot
followed by sleepless in neaples...

high hoe, high hoe

its off to napolilandia i go....

thrills mills and smellybakes

a blur of a brisvegas
a weekend of giggles and more giggles
highlighted by saturday night right
a few casual drinkies and yummy munchies at ems
the people flowed
i ebbed
and we are off and racing in a phlange
to the mingers arms
its cold and dark on the firm streets of brisvegas
doon and doon we go
feeling a bit weirdy
go sit that way
then find a room with people in it innit
theres smelly shelley
she isnt really that smelly and very lovely
new and strawberry matt
some other fresh faced chap
some rather dull bloke who turns out to be the friend of twat
not a big suprise that
a hairy christian is found with his laydee
faisel the popular
and some more thangs
a big phat pint of hooooooooooergarten
catherine is falling down all over the shop
convinced we need to hijack a taxi
then off to the prince of whales
not that one
or that one
or maybe it wasnt
we wandered through a dodgy park
someone went missing
chris had no feeer
odd place that
downstairs, bowling thang, upstairs and outstairs
chatting and blahing all over the various stairs
quite fun that
except the twats didnae wanner serve me after dung bell ringing time
ive been waiting here 10 minutes i said
no you havent barnob says
yes i bloody have i said
then its orf back to party hearty at georgelandia
ragtag bunch of tagrags and toerags
and we are off and racing in 15 or so
martin on spliff duty
catherine on crazy saucy dancing with flowers
juicy and em helping out
chris on spliff duty
faisel on baby shaking duty
everybody on various drinking duty
and many more grates
then a large twat showed up, matt the following
he sooked and was shit until sooking at em for having a life
then ringing and abusing people and leaving unpleasant messages
what an enormous act of fuckwittery
even for that enormous fuckwit
fortunately nobody particularly cared
too busy good timeing
singing dancing spliffing boozing pilling and grinning like big bad muppets
taking photos in the extreme
til at least 4
i went to bed at midday and slept all day
missing all day boozing at the pub, NEXT DOOR
in the evening it was all off to juicyland for home delivered debacle curry
four luvved up and fuzzy people just enjoying eachothers company
not an early night either
catherine didnt want to goooooo
so she stayed and watched chopper with us
then freaked out coz a man with a knife was going to stab her
and spent a good 40 minutes wandering upstairs and downstairs
making my sides hurt with larfffta
sad farewells to vomity boots catherine in the middle of the noiwt
monday the day of rest
pfiffed pfaffed and read benji some bedtime tintin
packing in the hall staying up late watching 342434 channels of stuff
funny that
farwethewells in the morn and its orf on another transport binge...

mangia merda padre del cazzo

Padre Pio 'faked his stigmata with acid'

By Peter Popham in Rome

Published: 25 October 2007

Padre Pio, the friar with fingerless gloves whose image is found on a million Catholic key chains; who was canonised before 200,000 ecstatic pilgrims five years ago, was a charlatan who deliberately mutilated himself with acid to give the appearance of bearing the stigmata of Christ, according to evidence to be published next week.

The Italian historian Sergio Luzzatto will release Padre Pio, Miracles and politics in 20th century Italy – a book producing new evidence from Vatican archives, which he says proves that the charismatic friar secretly procured carbolic acid with which to burn his hands, feet and sides.

The allegations are not new: two successive popes regarded Padre Pio as a fraud. By 1920, when Pio was 33 and was already exhibiting his scars before masses of pilgrims, the church was worried that his cult was spinning out of control. Reports commissioned by the church claimed Pio regularly scourged himself with a metal-tipped whip, and had sex with women twice a week. For many years Pio was banned from celebrating mass in public.

Of particular concern to the church were the ugly, weeping wounds which Pio concealed under those fingerless gloves. The friar claimed that he had received the stigmata of Christ – wounds to his hands, feet and side like those suffered by Christ during his crucifixion – at the culmination of a mystical seizure.

A doctor sent by the Vatican to examine them concluded that the wounds were probably caused and maintained artificially. To test the hypothesis he bound the wounds and sealed the bandage to prevent it being tampered with. But on examination a month later the doctor was nonplussed to find that the wounds had failed to heal.

Yet now Mr Luzzatto claims to have unearthed documents that prove beyond reasonable doubt that the friar was a trickster.

In the summer of 1919, the 28-year-old cousin of a pharmacist in the southern city of Foggia, a deeply religious young woman called Maria de Vito, made the pilgrimage to Pio's church, San Giovanni. The pharmacist told his local bishop, Mgr Salvatore Bella, "When she returned to Foggia she brought the greetings of Padre Pio and asked me in his name, and in strict secrecy, for carbolic acid, telling me that Padre Pio had need of it, and giving me the little bottle he had given her, capacity 100g, and with a skull and crossbones."

The pharmacist jumped to what Mr Luzzatto believes is the right conclusion. "My thought was that the carbolic acid could be used by Padre Pio to procure or further irritate wounds on his hands."

Mr Luzzatto cites the note written by Pio to the young woman, Maria de Vito, "though much more neatly than his normal hand".

Invoking the blessings of Jesus, Pio writes baldly: "I am in need of 200g or 300g of carbolic acid for sterilising. I pray you to send it to me on Sunday." This, claims Mr Luzzatto, is the smoking gun. If he had really needed the acid for sterilising purposes, he demands, "why did he proceed in such an oblique manner?"

Mr Luzzatto's claims, splashed across a full page of Corriere della Sera, Italy's best-selling daily, were furiously denounced by Pietro Siffi, president of the Catholic Anti-defamation League. The "presumed proofs are absolutely false," he said. "According to Catholic doctrine, canonisation involves the infallibility of the pope."

muppet day in bristol

tis a big day round this parts
oooh arrr my lovaarrrrrrr
theres a bday affair for little miss muppet
we are going to a pub called the pub
then to anuvva pub called the pub
then going to sit out back of her place under a gaze-bo
they used to be called place-bo
in the meantime the rain has stopped and the soooonshine is oot
many important peoples will be there
catherine the great
martin the great
chris the great
juicy the great
joe the great
emma the great
faisel the great
claire the great
that other bird the great
that bloke the great
me the great
lots of other people the great
but not grim the great
unfortunately....
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it seems i fell off a bike
maybe i couldnt find a parking for it
i dont know anything
no, not much at all.....
only that i fly from rome to far fucking away in 8 days
erik the stronzo is dead silent
coz hes in luff
the figa might be bizzaay
ive got parcels going to mo
but they are going missing
and addressed to sheep
where the hell am i going to fly to
im flying on blue monday
to bloody where?
the prices keep salendo
arghghhghghg
my brain is in a state of flux