Monthly Archives: September 2008

Everything.

The following things made me furious today: “Ryan” from Glasgow who claims “Parents don’t influence responsible/irresponsible drinking in their children. Society does.” – yes that’s you imbecile, all children behave exactly the same regardless of parental involvement, that’s why every … Continue reading

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Police marksmen wanted.

Dogs are universally recognised by all right thinking people as being terrible animals. That’s a given, but like all things, within each group there are still levels of disdain with which things should be treated, some should be shot on … Continue reading

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Do you have a deathwish.

“HAVE ANY VIDEO’S” blared the clearly deranged man almost running into the charity shop I was perusing books in. Bulgarian Shop assistant: “Yes over there” SS Officer: “WHERE” Bulgarian Shop assistant: “Over there”. He finally spies them, withdraws a pair … Continue reading

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Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right.

There are several things you don’t want to experience whilst staggering about Ealingtown catastrophically hung over from the previous night’s Gin bender. One of those is being asked to spare 5 minutes for charity, luckily this was not a problem … Continue reading

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Oyster FAIL.

Right so buses are quite useful, however you do have to pay to use them, getting on one, swiping your oyster card and reviving a FAIL notice would suggest that you have not paid and thus don’t deserve travel. Standing … Continue reading

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Clickety clack, clickety clack.

I am sure everyone knows the story about the little train going about it’s daily business. It goes something like – “A little black train goes down the track. clickety clack, clickety clack.” (alas Amazon “look inside” prevents me from … Continue reading

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Lock the damn thing.

Locks, as we know have been around for at least 6000 odd years, that’s 6000 years in which knowledge of their usefulness and operation could filter down in to the mental consciousness of all but the simplest morons. Knowing this … Continue reading

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Crocs and socks, yeah.

One, youth, learn to damn well speak or at least if you must talk before gaining the basic skills in communication at least don’t speak loudly on buses into your stupid mobile phones about absolute crap. Also punctuation does not … Continue reading

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Can I help you?

Ah what a wonderful day, the sun is out the sky is blue, what could hamper such a wonderful day. Nothing at all that’s what. Well nothing other than the rage inducing people of Ealing town that is. Not all … Continue reading

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Key rage

This is the main source of my rage today, why doesit even exist, why? It might be sleeplesness rather than planet hating hotel chains I suppose but the result is the same, rage.

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