Hammer of Cunts

Alright?

When I was young and skint enough to work behind a bar, pubs didn't sell wine and lager was for women, puffs and foreigners. Real men drank mild.

I bet this would upset a few as well:

Humour doesn't cross cultural boundaries. Young people are more alien to grown-ups than ever before and their frames of reference don't chime with ours. They admire hypocrisy and taking offence.

Censorious interference is not a new phenomenon:

At least, in 1957, it could be derided.

6 hours ago, Cunt-End Of The World said:

Can't blame them, they are specifically recruited based upon their thick-as-shitness creating an admin horror show around the burglary of your home and have the ability to nod to superiors when asked to blow the face off an innocent Brazilian on the tube. 

The only people who join the police these days are twats who like uniforms but are too stupid or unfit for the armed forces.

36 minutes ago, Terrible Ted said:

No one invented humanity and humanity did not invent mathematics. That would exist regardless of anyone having a concept of it. I'll give you universities but only because I couldn't be bothered to draw a distinction between Arabic Africans and proper Africans.

Whether mathematics is discovered or invented is irrelevant. The first humans came from Central Africa and their decsendants discovered/invented everything. Do you despise North Africans with a different form of bigotry or is your ignorance universal?

These are often the same cunts who say: eksetera and nukular.

8 hours ago, Terrible Ted said:

Despite your fervent assertions, I'd say the ball remains very much in your court. Do you want to play the African Inventions Game? The rules are simple: you just have to name as many African scientific and cultural achievements as you can think of. You'll need help (I apologise if you're sick of hearing the same word uttered by psychiatrists and sex clinics), so I'll start you off, thus:

1. Bongos
2. Bicycle theft

The game continues until you realise that, in fact, there aren't any.

And 'blowhard'? What are you, some Yankee teenager with an about-face baseball cap? If so, I suggest you fuck off back across the pond and stop lowering the tone of Norwich.

We could start with writing, mathematics, universities and err... humanity itself.

11 hours ago, King Billy said:

Priests are also renowned for entering through the back door.

And their very black socks.

I went to school with a Nigerian prince, nice bloke but thick as two short planks. He was about twenty-five and stil trying to pass an A-level.

The father of one of my friends promoted Amin from the ranks, in Kenya.

No-one knows they're there; they go in through the back door.

Smoke on the water...

Have you tried The Listening Project on Radio 4? That's much more annoying. It's a load of nonentities whining about shit that no-one cares about.

29 minutes ago, Ape™️ said:

Don’t be ridiculous - @Earl of Punkape is a rear gunner.

I imagine that Manuel would be glad to cater for the "special interests" of an old and valued customer'.

4 hours ago, Earl of Punkape said:

...You've got wine, you've likely got a Tapas buffet of fried foods and you've got entertainment....

 

You seem very familiar with the goods and services available at this establishment. Is it a regular haunt?

The BBC likes to be seen to be making the effort to be politically balanced, there are ways in which it can be called to account if not. Unortunately the acountabiity doesn't extend to the social attitudes of its staff which are overwhelmingly  blinkered, left-of-centre, urban. Their output takes as a given that the audience shares their outlook and does not question their basic tenets. Contentious issues such as "gender identity", brexit and, of course, anything to do with homosexuals are thus presented as though the debates are over, despite, in many cases having never been allowed to begin.

Like many clever people, the BBC institutionaly makes the mistake of assuming that others are stupid; the bones of the social engineering beneath the surface are showing. and increasing numbers of perfectly reasonable customers are turning it off.

I don't make knives.

Creepy yanks collect them.

6 minutes ago, King Billy said:

I would try to sell them Eric and put the money towards a cheap brass.

I think he likes flicking the top while he polishes the casing.

I've got a mate caled Keith, he lives in Kuala Lumpur. He isn't a cunt though.

Some of the bollocks that people spout about blacksmithing is fucking cringeworthy. There is no metaphysical aspect to hitting lumps of hot metal. Sometimes I let customers have a go so that they can feel that they were involved in the creation, scares them shitless. The women are usually keener though; I expect they have something to prove.

12 hours ago, ratcum said:

I think there's more than a whiff of OCD about collectors HoC. I would gas them all and any immediate family, to reduce the chance of them seeking revenge in the future.

It's not the OCDness that I object to; anyone could have a few lighters in a tin or some skeletons (other body parts available) in a closet/trunk/shed. What I hate is the attempt to create a false proletarian history, the pretence that the cunt has done something other than sit in an office every day. In his Elegy, Thomas Gray admonishes us not to mock the useful toil of our "rude forefathers" and that was written in 1750 so this crap is not a new thing.

The steel ones are harder to give a decent shine. I lost my father's at the Reading Festival in 1975; I hate Yes.

Has it got its original wick?

39 minutes ago, Eric Cuntman said:

I'm a bit worried. I've got 8 zippo lighters in an old shortbread tin. I think I might be some sort of cunt. 

Only if you regularly stroke them and use them as a way to strike up conversations in inappropriate places.

On the other hand, you could hide the lighters in the tin and nobody need know.

On 26/07/2017 at 19:43, Wolfie said:

Each time I consider I may be among the oldest here, there's a gentle reminder such as this to put my mind at rest.

I used to take me pack of five Woodbines round to Lyon's Corner House and chain smoke them while ogling the nippie's arses.

No but, as a well-used old tool, I am highly collectible.

Good morning.

By this nomination, I don't mean to include serious experts or weirdos. Tarquin, with his exquisite collection and knowledge of C18 pornographic miniatures and Brian with his mum's spare room full of Star Trek tat can sleep safelly.

My targets are those cunts that buy up old industrial/motoring/workshop tat: oil cans, enamel signs, farm implements etc. These bourgeois bellends decorate their walls with "memorabilia"; tools that they don't know how to use and artifacts that they coudn't make. Reminders of a past that they didn't have , displayed in a patronising faux naif style

Women do the same thing with old mangles, washstands and chalk paint

This  sanitised nostalgia for other people's shoud be shit on at every opportunity.