The random, but sometimes surprisingly connected (but not necessarily lucid), stream-of-consciousness thoughts of an optimistic, heavy drinking, cantankerous, iconoclastic, foul-mouthed, devil worshipping misogynist who gets into fist-fights and lived in a damp barge in the arse end of the Thames and now lives in a caravan and loves to slaughter cats by the flinty light of a full moon while reading poetry.
"Artistic merit - zero" With a little retouching I could probably enter it for my Sunday Surrealism competition.
ReplyDeleteWell everyone knows that Tanner loves men but I can't quite see what Ben Morris smokes.
ReplyDeleteBen Morris smokes crocs ? My friend Simon smokes ham. As for the Tanner (son of Elsie ?) comment, I think it's rather sweet.
ReplyDeleteThe sun is shining, the birds are singing. Stop being a grumpy old man!
In the absence of comedic talent, a blatant knob reference will provide succour; and so it was written.
ReplyDeleteIf it is written..it must be true, right?
ReplyDeleteI hate graffiti!
Unfortunately, for every Banksy there's thousands of talentless cretins, and it's usually only their work we get to see.
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