Sunday, 8 March, 2009

This Comic Relief is so much bogus phlegmatic profiterole piffle. One bathes in baked beans and one is supposed to keep one’s countenance because it’s all for this mysterious miasma known as the Greater Good. Well, the profit motive certainly has taken a battering these last few months but I can’t see anything viable coming in to replace it. This Socialist Pseudo-Fun has to stop. We will not die happily and deliberately ignorant Rashkolnikovs. Listened to Gold Radio Bottom To The Top Show where they play old charts. This week it was somebody called Rolls Royce. Well that’s a stupid name for a start. Do people realise how long it took for me to come up with the name 801? Especially since it was never my idea in the first place. Dismal drear-oh ballad or whatever it was. The rest was hideous Punk Rock like the Brotherhood of Men. 1978. Why am I not in this list? I wrote a stern letter of reprimand to Lord Reith before retiring to bed. Tradiola medium. Those arresting eyebrows.