It should be watched while reclining on deep velvet cushions, alongside someone with whom you have shared all the very best things in life. Either that or from a bath of warm crème anglaise.
18th Feb – It’s a shame, shame, shame, shame, shame on you.
... where a life littered with wrong choices at the wrong time, becomes a self-recriminating Hadron Collider of mental anguish, constantly circulating negative thoughts at neural speed.
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Come friendly bombs and fall on St George’s Park! It isn’t fit for humans now – the case for half-penalties.
Ruinous in the sense that the game, in all its important moments, has been taken over by book-learnt, plodding, computer assisted pedantry, that is the ONLY skill that these natural-born bureaucrats bring to the game.
Feb 2nd – One man’s civilization is another man’s jungle, yeah.
Now all we have to do, is create a movement, and go viral.
There’s no soothing balm to make Saltburn better.
If three monkeys were left alone with single typewriter, between them they’d have produced the script of Saltburn within a week.
Jan 12th – I don’t know what you heard about me, I’m a motherfuckin’ P.I.M.P.
This news is current as I read the novel, We (Мы). Written by Yevgeny Zamyatin in Soviet era Russia in 1924, it is the least read of the Russian classics. It’s a dystopian novel describing an oppressive totalitarian state, in which its subjects are made the joyless tools of industry and the state machine. Sound familiar? George Orwell was commissioned to write a review of a smuggled copy in the 1940s, and within six months of doing that, guess what? Yes, that’s right, he was inspired to begin work on “his” novel, 1984. What a coincidence, eh? And even more spooky, the few good bits of his awful book, were identical to those in already set out in We.
15th Dec – I played my best for him, pa rub my bum-bum, rub my bum-bum, rub my bum-bum.
He impressed us with his ability to conflate the dish puttanesca, the respected international statesman, and the French swearword for whore; whilst delivering the entire piece in fluent Trump.
8th Dec – Hot sausage and moustache.
We will poison the well of the documented human experience, in way that only sophisticated humans cannot be damaged by it.
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