Cuntybaws

That's two of your posts I've liked today. I think this may be a sign of the Apocalypse.

Only time will William Tell.

Alfie, what a terrible thing to say!

I expect you're more familiar with Regulation of London.

Jeremy Corbyn: "Want to play the rape game?" Diane Abbott: "No!" Jeremy Corbyn: "That's the spirit."

You stole my fucking punchline - although I was going to opt for .44

Now is the perfect time to launch my "Diane Abbott Three Hole Doll" on an unsuspecting public. I can't imagine anyone wants to see the other two holes?

I see what you're up to Withers, you not-so-sly dog. you think that if you can just persuade Ding never to respond to anyone ever again, we'll be forever in your debt and forgive you for the worst grassing since Windsor Davies and Don Estelle. Actually, that might just work!

The sign of a misspelt youth.

And pubeshaver.

No, no, no, Rothers wasn't the Rev. Pay attention at the back.

Indeed, as opposed to a tigon which is the other way round.

That's the very fellow. Voevod later morphed into Reverend Coitus, since shortened to Rev.

One final snippet from 2011 - plus ça change...

Here's a slightly more familiar format from 2010. Just to prove that some shit never changes, it features our old friend TheCatWoman having a whinge.

Wayback Machine

They were just rockin' in the aisles in 2006...!

"A liger is pretty much my favourite animal."

The Hills Have Jap's Eyes.

Sadly not a true story, although it deserves to be. Mind you, in these days of terrorism and shoe bombers etc. any astronauts bound for the ISS are only allowed to take crayons.

thecatwoman fucked off (or got fucked off, not exactly sure which, probably a bit of both) a couple of years back. Pen's still banging on about trains, though, and Gibson hasn't changed the record in the last decade either.

Now that I've seen your handwriting, Ape, would you like me to analyse it for you? That opening "E" is worrying, and those angrily dotted "i's" don't speak well for your blood pressure. (Or the quality of your pen, come to think of it.)

Chorlton-cum-Hardy?

Every time I eat a deep fried Mars Bar I hear the screams from the Ibrox disaster.

I can just picture him getting off at Shepherd's Bush.