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Happy Leap Day!

Leap!

Half way there

I’m feeling it…

Taliban prince

So Prince Harry has been fighting the Taliban in Afghanistan. Hoo-fucking-ray.

We should all bow down and prostrate ourselves at this living exemplar of a soldier prince, a loyal servant of the country, fighting for the motherland, risking his life for us all.

Maybe not. Put it another way.

Let’s give the dozy Sloan a [...]

Smoke this LRT!

To the pimply yooth who was smoking on the top of this morning’s 21 to Leith.

I hope you die in excruciating agony, in only a couple of years time, from the most painful form of lung cancer possible. Further, I hope you give it to the rest of your family.

To the bus driver [...]

What’s in a name?

My ned name is bam.

My hobbit name is Drogo Loamsdown of Deephallow.

Drogo Loamsdown of Deephallow’s ned name is Eejit. Bam’s hobbit name is Fosco Bunce of Brockenborings.

What goes around comes around.

Beef flaps

Nothing quite like a couple of slices of Sainsbury’s finest roast beef in a salad to get the juices flowing.

Hmmm yummy!

Bitch snob

I walked to the bus stop this morning behind a blonde Aryan mother.

In her brood were three blond boys, dressed in Edinburgh Academy prep school uniform, a small blonde girl and a spaniel. She was wearing Wellington boots as she walked the brood from somewhere in Trinity to Arboretum Road – it is a [...]

Enoch

At my bus stop, I noticed this graffiti.

“Enoch was right.”

Then below that.

“Now (sic) he wisnae.”

Then below that.

“Aye he wis.”

It’s good to see the quality of political debate is that high amongst the graffiti writing classes of Granton Road. It’s also historically pleasing that they are even aware of Enoch’s [...]