Category: Polithicks
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Thought Vomit #119: ft. Mass Debators
Television debates? Seriously? Why don’t we just admit defeat now and let Simon Cowell produce the next election? We can jeer at Gordon Brown, and patronise Norman Clegg like he’s an old woman, and eventually cast our phone votes for Crazy Changey Davey; and all because he’s slightly less offensive than a spider laying eggs…
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Thought Vomit #114: ft. Storytelling
Isn’t there something ignominious about berating a half-blind man for his bad handwriting? And whatever the skew of your political bent, scoring points off the back of a widow’s grief is reprehensible. So far, so consensus. For me to argue that The Sun is wrong in this instance seems par for the internet course; the…
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Thought Vomit #104: Watching The Watchdog
For once tonight I replaced my teeth with coins, and submitted a complaint to the Press Complaints Commission. And they replied. This should be cause of celebration you’d think, but my suspicions were raised that this reply may not be totally kosher. I suspect it may be an automatic response. My first clue; they replied…
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Thought Vomit #100: I’m an undrid y’know?
There’s something about a man worth millions telling us about austerity that makes my balls shrink. When I began that sentence, I had no idea it was going to end that way, sorry. But it’s true. David Cameron is, as Charlie Brooker says, “a hollow easter egg with no bag of sweets inside.” If that…
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Thought Vomit #99: ft. An Oversimplification
There’s a man who lives on our street who has very good water in his taps. It’s better than any of the water that comes out of any of the taps on the rest of the close. It’s particularly good for making things wet. So he runs a thick hose from one of his taps…
