What c unt decided that’s a good idea. Especially when you have to reapply for the job you’re already f ucking doing. Anyone that works in Personnel (f uck H fu cking R) is a worthless human bag of bones.
Chasing my f ucking tail all my existence and then brown f ucking bread. Up your arse co cksuckers.
I’m going to drink, listen to Swindon music, talk rangers talk b ollocks and f uck all careerist opportunists and their despicable ways and rule over my ways of eating beer money.
Kim Jung Ill was not so bad really just geoncidal and a bit of a c unt. Head of HR.
Hate. The most redundant emotion of all. Hate begets hate and has no other recourse. It only feeds on itself. Recognising it’s impotency and moving beyond it are the goals. Hate does not bring redemption, conclusion or absolution. It eats but does not sustain. Hate has no place in me. Don’t let it into your life. Hate is a c.......
When we all, inevitably, bow out, the circumference of our lives will be dictated by others who are still playing the strings of their guitar.
The influence we have on there perception of our drum solo of life will be based on the time’s we inherited their spatial awareness of our existence. This can be a higher figure than we can comprehend or acdisappointgly low but perhaps realistic measure of our influence.
The dust that we leave behind will be blown towards the stars and our eternal journey will really begin.
When I first bought it, I thought it was the biggest pile of incoherent bollocks I’d ever heard. But I kept with it and after a few (quite a few) plays it began to make sense and squeezed some enjoyment out of it.
Now I’ve gone back to the original feeling that’s a big pile of incoherent bollocks. I don’t think I can bring myself to play it so many time again to get to like it all over again.
What’s the point of them? The film starts, has a story, moves along then next thing people are jumping about, singing, dancing, doing all sorts. Then stop and back to the story, which is normally cobblers.
Gave up on La bloody La Land after they all started dancing on top of their cars at the start.
It’s either one or the other. Music or film. Paint Your Wagon wasted Clint and Lee Marvin. They could have made a Point Blank/Dirty Harry type thing and ended up talking to trees under wandrin stars. Flip a duck.
I got dragged along to a song along The Sound of Music once with the Mrs and my mate and his Mrs. We were the only blokes there.
No musical has ever been any good. And that’s a fact.
Queens Park Rangers. Still love them but the fire ain’t burning any forests of brain cells that it did even twenty years ago.
From eight to about forty one ish, Rangers were the be all and end all. Totally obsessed. Ruined any chance of relationships, it was all I really cared about (alongside music and Guinness).
I missed maybe five games home and away between 1996 and 2004. At the end of every season I was absolutely knackered. I’d added another few stone to my frame and was in debt beyond my means and maxed out on three credit cards.
Once I stopped my away season ticket and got hitched, I stopped memorising all about Rangers. Stopped caring about that that I can’t change no matter if I’m there or not or how loud I shout.
I still love Rangers. But I don’t miss them right now and I’m not sure I’m worried if they come back or not.
In one of them QPR are the Barcelona of world football, that lot from the kings road have been closed down on health grounds by the authorities and beer makes you live longer and it’s illegal not for pubs to close.
The flesh is the eroticism of the nipple that becomes the breast of the flesh thah becomes the beauty than becomes the. Explanation of the word and the word becomes the flesh and that lays the foreskin of the flesh
Just get it and then discard it but make it yours and then lick it. Because it and it ain’t it.