Massivo Blogo

Well done to Tom there for leaping from his sick bed to batter out his thoughts on last night's tele. Going against Doctor's advice to give you pish to read every day is the kind of commitment the big man rarely gets the proper credit for.

As for me, no such large-ness, as I don't have my feet up and my hand half way down my kegs at home on the skive like some...

I am of course anxious to watch the Big Ron Documentry when the tape comes my way, but it will have to fit in around my latest passion, Football Manager 2005.
I have been barely functioning in reality since I got it a couple of weeks ago. So far three titles, two league cups and one Scottish...

One thing I will say though is ahahahahahahaha, to Nick Griffin and John Tyndall, two Nazi bastards who have been arrested for inciting racial hatred.

While I totally disagree with the new law, which infringes on everyone's basic human right to freedom of speech, I am quite glad that one of the first to get bitten in the arse by it is that daft looking David Bowie eyed toolbag, who, despite having his cover blown like a million times, still tries to masquerade as a legitimate politician. Nick being Nick, he will spin his arrest into martyrdom of course, for the benefit of the half dozen or so closet case basement dwellers who still give a toss about what he says and does.

The current Government have a truly dumb habit of helping insignificant fools like Griffin get into the papers with these idiotic "crackdown" style laws, that only serve to give front page space to a dullard most people, even most racists, stopped listening to several years ago.

Speaking of the Government, I don't want to get all preachy and Conservative here, but isn't the reason Blunkett should resign because he's split up a family?

I don't give a toss if he helped his lover get a nanny, or if he gave her a couple of train tickets.

I do however question the character of a man who casually decides he's telling a guy that the kids he thought were his are not. Why didn't he just announce it on Trisha? And since when did powerful men putting their cocks wherever they damn well please, sod the consequences, not go to moral character? You can't hide behind this "right to a private life" pish for everything. Besides, maintaining any kind of private life will be all the more difficult when Blunkett wastes billions on his completely unnecessary ID cards. Where's my right to a private life in all that eh, you boorish home wrecker?

Still on the Government, their latest "crackdown" is apparently going to be skiving, which I'm doing right now, or more accurately, cutting sick pay in their bid to trim tax spending down to just the Iraq war and free stuff for all their mates.

Apparently too many people are abusing "the system" and they'll be taking measures to cut Civil Service/Government employees sick pay forthwith.

Those cheeky bastards.

Maybe if we didn't work the most stressful jobs for the shittiest pay for the longest hours and the least holidays in Europe, there might be less sickies.

What are we paying taxes for nowadays, really? We're already being told oops, sorry, no pension, now sick pay is getting cut back?

What utterly infuriates me is this tremendously arrogant and sly New Labour trait of taking the total pish out of people by accusing them of letting the country down, as if Labour and Tony Blair "are Britain". It's exactly how big companies get folk to stay on for the hours of unpaid, off the books overtime, the kind you never hear Tony complaining about, despite the lost tax revenue.

It is difficult to comprehend the delusional gall of a Government who appear to genuinely believe they are entitled to our automatic respected just because they are in charge, like some bawbag call-centre supervisor.

Way back in the depths of time, respect was earned, with a demonstration of ability.

Not any more though.

These days, if we are to fall into line with New Labour thinking, we are dangerously close to showing a lack of respect for the nation as a whole if we so much as question our illustrious leaders.


It’s enough to make you want to phone in sick.

Oops, turned out to be quite a long one after all, eh?