Mrs Gruff roared with laughter at this and remarked that the characters in this Harry Enfield and Paul Whitehouse sketch are just like my father and the late Mother Gruff:



She's not entirely unfair.

If Only ...

Probable Quaires

Hislop married? Is there no end to female stupidity? What would marry that smug little runt.



Cameron is very definitely bloody queer, in some way or another, and we're taking it up the arse.

Prince Buster: Madness

Just Like Eddie

Never a fan of Eddie Cochran I have nevertheless always liked this:



Perhaps because I remember it from infancy.

Rick Stein Tastes The Blues

'Tastes' is best understood as meaning observes a vapour through delicately tinted spectacles without ever risking anything in his mouth by the insertion of alien morsels. Rick Stein is one of those snot gobbling little cunts I'd like to hit with a hammer and his too terribly BBCly stay in an hotel made from a disused cotton gin (daaahling you could almost smell the sweat and hear the spirituals) says more about the precious little wanker than I am able to. His derision of things English when abroad earns him a place against the wall when the bullets fly, the flabby little cunt.

Please Please Me

Superb, and so much better than the original.