Hard Gay

Fat

J'adore this, but not this, sadly. I feel cheated.

One other thing, my gripe of the day:

There are still idiotic people running around on the planet today who do not know how or when to use an apostrophe. And others who don't know the difference between there, they're and their. I'm sickened to my stomach, dear reader.

What can be done? May I suggest using my trusty bag of hammers?

Dave?

Class

Whatever happened to Mrs Levinson and Iris Krell?

Last night, just before going to bed, I sat watching an episode of The League Of Gentlemen.

One of my favourite scenes from the entire televisual adventure is Iris revealing details of the more delicate aspects of her relationship with Ron to her employer, Mrs Levinson. Oh, the panties.

The whole thing is a parody of class warfare and one-upmanship. I shouldn't, therefore, laugh at it at all. But I do. It's hilarious.

Click here to have a look for yourself, dear reader.

How we love Aunty.

Bovvered?

Cho