Has Superman deserted us?
Wasn’t Superman supposed to sort out all this mess we have in the World? Well he said he would back in the 50’s. Save the World Superman how are yeh.
Was he eventually got at by Cambell’s and he’s now called Souperman, a nice little earner for him, I ask you is nothing sacred anymore. In the last films he was in all he was doing was saving oil tankers and protecting bankers from Lex Luther, and high rise luxury apartments owned by billionaire businessmen, he dosen’t bother helping little kittens stuck up trees anymore, or poor farmers who’s lands are flooded out, no money in that says he, little did he know that the bankers would turn out to be bigger thieves than Lex Luther, he picked the wrong side there, yeh sold us out Clark Kent, remember your poor old maw and paw? hard working peasants, well they would turn in their graves if they knew what you were up to today, you money grabbing no-good, what about the common man? shame on you.
What about Captain Marvel, Buck Rogers, Dick Barton, Paul Temple, and also 007, Just to name a few.
Between the lot of them they would soon sort it out.
We’ll never know.
I used to think when I was a young boy that with all the Superheros we had working for us nothing bad could happen in the World, what a great feeling that was. Just look at the shower of gobshites in charge of things today, it’s enough to make you take to the hills and live like a hermit, but I suppose then they’d impose a hermit tax.
Blogging in the bog.
Down the country back garden sits an old bog
Very hard to locate it in a heavy fog
Nice in the Summer when little birds twitter
With a comfortable cover to help the sitter
It’s not a bad place to ponder and think
Once your not fussy and put up with the stink
Here poets thoughts of the day are all logged
Then over to casebook where they are blogged
Shakespeare sat there when he wrote out Macbeth
If he was alive today he’d blog us to death.
Every morning I go to the Bog
Not to think but complete my Log
Ain’t got time to sit about
Once I’ve Blogged I wring the Spout
Check the paper for smear campaigns
Check the fingernails for stool remains
Time to make my daily plan
Must deactivate the extractor fan.
Smear campaigns.
Disgusting habit.
That’s neither here nor there.
I just found an old return ticket to That London. Cor-that took me back!
don’t you mean there and back? choo; choo!
did you get all steamed up?
Two second class return tickets to Dottingham, please…Tunes!
Remember that one?
Yeb…alog wid “I deed Bentolyptus”.
We [I actually DO have a friend…surprised yerz,eh?] were talking last night about just how ‘chavvy’ a person can get. The usual ‘track-suits to the doctor for the next sick note’,and affording fags and a mobile phone but bleating about not being able to afford nappies for the bairn…[father unknown] came up. BUT finally,we decided universally between the two of us [shuttup] that the ultimate chavvy deed would be shoplifting in Poundland,whilst wearing a stolen hoodie & stained tracksuit bottoms.
Can you beat that,perchance?
Did someone mention CHAVs
CHAVSPEAK
Da long time gone past
Life was not to him a blast
Badass hoodies ran the turf
Yea man it couldna get worse
Da hoodies living on da front line
Giving it loads them don’t whine
Dese geezas were well tasty
Larging it eatin meat and taties
Olivas muvvers popped her clogs
Left him to the hoodie dogs
Even his farva legged y’know
So he had bo place to go
Dere he was dumped in workhouse
Cos da knows no uvver place,
Poor nippa ennit
Great to see you on top poetical form RJ.
Well folks I have to admit the word ‘Chavvy’ was new to me so I had to look it up.
I remember a small lass who was the wife’s best friend back in our teenage days, I supposed she could be described as Chavvy, she had a very annoying habit of chewing gum then blowing it out with a bang, sucking it back in again, saying a few stupid words then repeating the whole process over again. She always wore big plastic jewellery of very loud colours, shocking pink or screaming yellow bangles and earrings, she used to wear alternatively a bright green and a shiny red plastic coat, she had two skinny legs in a mini skirt and they looked like two straws hanging out of a pigeon loft, she must have had two backs because I couldn’t see any difference in the front, she had a terribly squeaky voice. I did not like her and she could tell, but she was a spiteful little thing and one night my missus asked me to leave her home, she lived about a mile away and it was very late at night. On the way home she tried to steer me into a laneway, but I was not in the least interested in her and told her that if she continued acting the maggot she could make the rest of her way home on her own. I had no wish to stir trouble between the wife and her so I kept me mouth shut at the time, so much for female best friends.
Ahhhh,Jem…wimminz,mate.
…iff’n y’want to learn wimminz,yer gotta do da breast-stroke,innit,do,blud!
It took me all me life to try to learn about one woman Pug, and I’m still none the wiser. Very complicated creatures, wasted me time, I would have done better if I’d studied rocket science.
There is one constant twixt engaging with ladies, and Rocket Ship travel, Re-entry can be problematic.
Can’t be bothered making the effort at this stage Spitty, the burnup takes it’s toll, sooner stay in orbit.
Do you fear Second Stage Separation.