“Tell me people am I going insay-yay-yane” a Black Sabbath classic.
Well that’s a definite yes from me Ozzy. Over to you Shazza.
The thing that’s driving me insay-yay-yane at the moment is listening to radio shows with phone-in, text-in, facebook-in, twit-in, twat-in, sections discussing the hot topics of the day.
The main protagonists appear to be middle class, middling age personages who always manage to slide “When I was at yooni…” into the conversation. The other mob are largely made up of doddering reactionaries who, while slightly more endearing, are no less idiotic. They all share an unshakeable certainty in themselves and their opinions and a total lack of self-awareness.
Why do these people feel a need to spray their self-important diatribe all over the territory of the unsuspecting listener?
“Ah” you may say “But isn’t that what you do with your stupid blog?”
Well yes, that may be true but in my defence I’m quite confident that hardly anybody reads this stuff so the impact and discomfort caused will be minimal compared to a radio show with millions of listeners.
Here’s one called:
Dear Jeremy Vine
Dear Jeremy Vine
I think we ought to hang the swine
We need a government with some clout
To kick these awful gippos out
In my day we’d rather spend twelve hours shovelling shit
Than claim a penny in benefits
The way to beat the Taliban
Is to let the tyres down on their van
There’s a message just come through on twitter
It’s from Pete. He’s angry and bitter
About Birmingham council’s stated intent
To give the immigrants cheaper rent.
The reason the economy is up the creek
According to a memo on wiki-leaks
Is that Gordon Brown, so we’re told
Sent all our reserves to Cash for Gold.
Here’s one about the E.E.C
We beat the Germans in the war
Now they’re taking over through our back door
Some of them seem pretty decent chaps
But I’m still not sure I could trust the Japs.
I’ve heard you go on about doctors rotas
Government cuts and fishing quotas
But the issue that really drives me barmy
Is should trannies be allowed to join the Army
I’ve nothing against them and I’m sure they’re courageous
But their camouflage paint will take them ages.
Now we’ve got Alice on the line
A care assistant from Blaydon-on-Tyne
Hello Jeremy it’s about the woman who put that cat in a bin
I’ve checked in the Bible and it isn’t a sin
I know this type of behaviour shocks
And God would be pissed if she’d binned an ox.
And lastly an e-mail from someone called John
He says why do you let these nob heads on
They talk a load of tommy rot
They should be rounded up and fucking shot.
Well that’s that for now. The pictures are getting a bit sketchy so I’ll be back when my 2b leads eventually arrive