The Sick Note
Dear madam, I must ask of you a moment of your time
To read this simple message, laid out for you in rhyme,
Which will, I trust, serve as explanation plain and clear
to explain to you exactly why instead of there, i’m here.
An open letter to an unknown party…
Dear disease-ridden penis boil. Today, the crippled putz (or Host Body) had to drag himself into Taunton Job Centre to sit down and talk to a lovely woman about this website and his merchandising income. This was not, as he had been given to understand, a routine appointment. No, they […]
Continue ReadingThere’s nothing wrong with him.
*For “Health Professional” read “Glassy eyed, slack jawed moron who couldn’t be trusted to put a plaster on a boo-boo”
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I’m not getting involved.
David Cameron and his pencil topper, Nick Clegg are slowly but surely taking this country to the cleaners…
Continue ReadingI’m free. Free!
Well hello there, bet you thought i’d forgotten about you huh? Over the Christmas holidays, I found myself snowed in with family, in the village which broadband forgot. Seriously, if you’re going to go and stay with family members when snow is on the cards, pick a relative born post […]
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