The random observations & irrelevant rubbish thread.

Will Wally have an issue with those pics.

Work hard all your life? Save up and buy a house? Sound familiar? I thought renting was for middle aged single men like Smalls.Cant both be waiting for parent to expire surely?

You're old enough to be my Dad Derm!

Thought you were in your late 50's?

Same as the fucking stupid cunts painting just their faces orange and tattooing some eyebrows on even though they grow fucking naturally.

It really is enlightening to witness the business experts that suffuse every strata of the labour Party front and back benches this morning.

So many, it seems, have worked within the dojo of real tangible work in the private sector and thus contributing in perpetuity to the economy by turning a pound note by the sweat of their brow and honest toil. Experts of commerce to a manjack.

By the 'dojo of real tangible work' I mean spending half of their working lives sunk to the HIV syphilis ridden nuts up each other in local government, having violent gay Intercourse with minors upon a fair trade rug in school assembly under the lascivious gaze of the common purpose primary school teachers moaning with pleasure as they pull a string of pearls from their arseholes and thus walking about with dr white wadding up their analtracts to stop them from prolapsing, and of course, dressing like a quartermaster of the shining path movement at their Fucking P.I.E MEETINGS. THE CUNTS!

Behold as Stella creasey this morning on channel 4 explores the complex machinations of the Carillion asphalt jungle that is the harsh unforgiving world of the construction trade in 2018.

I for one firmly believe that a pouting fat fabian with Brian Eno's early Roxy period Hair, dressed in perpetuity in a hermes chiffon scarf to disguise a double chin the size of a medicine ball goiter, who has suckled greedily at the fiscally engorged bloody teat of shadow governance to zero effect for the whole of her fucking pointless existence, who uses an airbrushed to-the-tits enigmatic picture of herself gazing upon the expanse of her righteous E17 shitpipe dominion on her shaolin monk 5th dan level of virtue signalling twitter account, who feels the compulsion to tweet her love of early Bowie, indie based muso Troubadours the Coctaeu twins and her love of Spending 3 days in a field at illegal warehouse acid house raves in the summer of love 1988, (when she was about fucking 11 years old), is without doubt an Oracle of commerce whose business acumen could debunk John Nash economic theorems quicker than she could tweet her love of the Hacienda when she DJ'd on the ones and two's , at the age of 9, with Frankie Fucking Knuckles. What a fucking cunt.