There is delicious irony in the ship taking Guardian, BBC and other leftie journalists and ‘believers’ to the Antarctic in order that they can file
Month: December 2013
Weeing in a onesie
I mentioned in a previous article that on Christmas Day, whilst you were sitting down to a full-on roasted dinner with crackers, party hats and lots
Islamic Sparks with Marks
People watching the aftermath of the story of the Marks and Spencer‘s employee who, just before Christmas, politely refused to serve a customer trying to
Noodles in Tomato Soup
Well, with Christmas Day over for another year, it’s time for reflection. The stress, the fights, the arguments, the expectations, the build-up only to be
The Scroungers get their Christmas bonus
I want to take you back to Monday the 23rd. Well, to be more precise, Sunday the 22nd into Monday the 23rd. You see, all
Christmas trees are going to get you
Phew! Christmas is over for another year, and my eyes can stop watering. Now, you know people have phobias? Some people run screaming and wet
Santa Denial
Despite all the evidence, it is shocking to see that there are a growing number of Santa deniers out there. These are the folk that,
Faaaa!
Well, Christmas Eve is the last day that Father Christmas is available to be visited by the boys and girls of the world. Christmas Eve
Pete Price’s gay aversion therapy
So, I was listening to Pete Price on Radio City the other night. Pete is a 67 year old gay man who hosts a Sunday
Father!
Aha. Today all the mastic and the 10 minutes of carefully putting my Father Christmas beard in place and making sure it is properly glued
What cunning Chinese is this?
Somebody got somebody else this for Christmas. Don’t worry, it’s nothing to do with my household, friends or relatives. This picture is of the Chinese
Father Chris!
A pattern emerged at the beginning of the month. Very young children and babies would come to visit Father Christmas before about 3pm, and definitely in the
Death by Smooth Radio
I don’t listen to Smooth Radio. I’m far too young to want to listen to 30 safe dreary oldies being played over and over again.
Father Christmas!
Disaster! My Elf has gone sick. She was spluttering a bit yesterday and seemed less than her usual, er, elf, and so today is staying
Pananoid druggies and their distorted reality
We all know that extended use of drugs, including cannabis, leaves the user permanently paranoid. We also know that paranoia is becoming an epidemic and
Father Christmas Do!
Spending all day in a grotto dressed as Father Christmas is having its toll. It was only a few weeks before this that I was
Where’s DAT?
So, there I was just sitting there when along came a bunch of words from a man who is a hero of mine. The words
Father Christmas Do Not!
I’m still Father Christmas sitting in a grotto. Yes I am! Four kids came in together today. I don’t think they were brothers and sisters.
Russell’s Brand of politics and revolution of the broken mind
Watching millionaire socialist ex-junkie Russell Brand being interviewed by Jeremy Paxman, and then the left-wing biased social media praising him as a Messiah (that’s a
Father Christmas Do Not Touch!
A ‘grandfather’ was wheeled into my grotto. Wheelchair bound, he was accompanied by about 10 others. There were different generations all gathered together, most making
Awful old records on BBC Radio 1
It started as one an hour. Within a week it became two an hour. That’s two too many. I’m talking about the invasion of old
Father Christmas Do Not Touch Me!
There are only a few different types of parents or grandparents. And, it’s mainly grandparents that are the awful pushy ones. Parents maybe less so.
BBC closes TV station down for Mandela’s death
How strange and peculiar was the BBC‘s reaction to the death of Nelson Mandela? You couldn’t make it up. How is any of this in
Father Christmas Do Not Touch Me Ho!
As a Liverpudlian Father Christmas, I’m starting to notice that every child has one of a small selection of names. Why is nearly every boy
A frail 95 year old dies and the lefties weep
Here’s the thing. The left-wing has a very predictable and uncontrollable knee-jerk reaction to death. When Margaret Thatcher died, the media the lefties control (such
Father Christmas Do Not Touch Me Ho Ho!
Suited and booted, bearded and wigged, I am now Father Christmas. A grotto had been found for me, and day one was to consist of
Oh my god, they’ve killed Christmas
I am not a Christian so I have no alignment to Christmas Day on religious grounds. Indeed, I am probably still angry that my ancestors
Father Christmas Do Not Touch Me Ho Ho Ho!
How hard can it be dressing up as Father Christmas and working in a Grotto? It must be dead easy, right? Sigh. The first thing
Going to a carol service
It’s weird being an outsider, y’know. But, I went to a Carol Service, ‘cos it was Christmas, innit. Ok, let’s examine this: I didn’t go
Father Christmas Do Not Touch Me Ho Ho Ho Ho!
I think telling kids that Father Christmas exists is child abuse. Period. I believe it is cruel. I believe it should be outlawed and any
Facebork hates sex but loves murder
So on Facebork, videos of consenting adults having sex are banned, but people cruelly being executed by having their heads hacked off is perfectly fine.
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