no thats ignorant...

last words of hassan sabbah

 

purview

crestfallen

churl

boondoggle

peroration

i was so dublin sick of it!

the dublin river liffey

there was a time when i couldnt stop texting about dublin

dublin cool! dublin hell! i was so dublin angry!

back in the late 90s i was late adopting to my first mobile foney

(well, kind of first, the very first one i bought didnt work where i was living (unless i was on top of a fucking behemoth), so i got rid and got this one)

it was pretty exciting being able to send and (sometimes) receive messages with people all over the shop

without having to queue for an internet cafe

(especially as i was a lonely, long way from many of them, in the wilds of wiltshire)

even if it did cost a left ventricle to send OR receive each one.

and predictive text seemed wildly futuristic too

it was super handy as the phones only had the number keys

so otherwise you had the laborious task of dublin 111 for C or 33 for H etc

sadly, the limited tech meant that to change a 'predicted' word, meant you had to painfully go back and change each letter individually 

dublin beep! dublin beep!

it was just too much dublin hassle

neither could you teach your phone to remember words

so potty words were a nightmare

and 

as any fool who considers it briefly knows

fuck and its variants are the most useful, flexible words in the bastardised frisian/lower saxon that over a billion people use and this is written in

and fuckin/fucken were definite and cherished favourites

hence

every time i was trying to beep beep beeping away at a short, overpriced bit of data in message form.

being a big fan of potty mouthery and wishing to add emphasis to my excitement/anger/joy/boredom/etc

i had no realistic choice except to use the name of the delightful capital of the republic of ireland.

dublin this! dublin that! and dublin your mother!

i only found out years later from one my regular correspondents

that he thought that i was trying to be funny or something

dublin hell!

Robert Smith de The Cure a través de los años

nunca te has preguntado como era wobby en 1983 o 1999?

usar google es demasiado complicado?

famous last words

leitmotif

proscribe

eschaton

millenary

sousaphone

im gonna eat you little fishy ... no you fucking arent!

I've been so lonely, girl, I've been so sad and down.

Couldn't understand why haters joked around

I wanted to be free with other creatures like me

And now I got my wish...

'Cuz I know that I'm a gay fish gay fish (Gay fish, yo)...

bill haleys last words

canon

assignation

sophistry

kempt

preternatural

spot the twat no.13 bonobnoxious

 

musical champion of smugness, bonobo pox - looking like like a smug twat. (his natural state)

irish megatwat paul hewson aka bonobnoxious has recently claimed that he hated the bands name, most of their songs and the sound of his own voice. 

has he joined the views of the rest of the planet with this statement?  could this be a sign of self awareness from the most tedious bellend in music?

no, hes probably trying this new 'humble' schtick in an attempt to stay relevant. the twat.

a couple of examples of his galactic sized twattery over the years-

here he is accidentally getting something correct-then chickening out like the big girls blouse he his - 

He had a go at Chris Martin from Coldplay, and then backtracked:

I think he’s that good a melodist, but he’s a wanker… He’s obviously a completely dysfunctional character and a cretin.

Then he changed his mind:

I think they [Coldplay] are a great band and actually, it turns out he’s a great soul as well. Sorry about that. I was just joking entirely.

'This is a classic case of the pot calling the kettle black or more specifically a super-wanker calling a semi-wanker a wanker hypocrisy.'

and here he is trying to be cool by singing a bit in spanish-

malparido cabron...

the words that maketh murder

pareidolia

sybaritic

verbatim

avatar

vaunt

Hange naʻe ʻikai teuteuʻi lelei ʻe ha taha ʻa e ʻota ʻika totonu!

ʻoiaue!

britain was fab in ending slavery in the early 19th century, wasnt it?

 

NO

in 1807 the slave trade act banned the sale of slaves in the british empire

in 1833 the slavery abolition act banned slavery in the british empire

but

it was only gradually over 6 years

and

The slaves received no compensation

but 

in 1833, 20 million pounds - 40 percent of the national budget was used to buy freedom for slaves.

the money was paid to slave owners, many of which were filthy rich families 

how many of those families and their descendants are the six toed, born to rule pony fuckers that rule the nation today?

much of this money was borrowed and this debt was not paid off by the taxpayers until 2015!

so  fucking NO

(no) words of honour

felicity

pudor

spartacist

liege

pathological

tenha cuidado! penhasco!

forgotten words

petrichor

apricity

swingeing

parlance

pleonasm

saw dune the other day

talk about sandy little buttholes...

 

le illusioni miciose no. 7

 

come si immagina micio 

VS

com'e micio in realta

coulda shoulda woulda no5 - santorini/akrotiri

 

the year - 1995 CE

the place - santorini, cyclades islands, greece

the protaganist - some muppet

the opportunity lost - see the ruins of akriti, a minoan city destroyed by a super volcano in C16th BCE

the cause - being a muppet

lessons learned - probably not

ve te a la chingada 2021

 

world without words

abject

chassis

bloviate

posthumous

logorrhea

as we enter the third year...

I find covid's attention seeking pandemic based twattery even more annoying than years one and two...