At least real Nazis were brave enough to show their faces.  These pasty fucktards are just fat cowards.  

I honest-to-god thought he was dead.  Also thought he was French for some reason (must be the air of insufferable smugness about him) but no, he’s just another one of you common Americans.  

Mate, at least they didn’t do something on that used-up fembot Taylor Swift for once.  

Rich Juzwiak’s so sweet referring to Kylie Minogue - an artist who has consistently released music since the 1980s - having a “Kyliessance”. Maybe it’s because Rich is thick. Maybe it’s because Rich is American. Maybe it’s because he’s both. But Kylie - the proper Kyle, not that discount slag Jenner - never went away. …

*sips tea - British-style tea that is, not your diabetic American piss*

*salute*

Acid looks like fun.  Can’t wait for the American remake to fuck it up completely.

Well, now his mother has gone and went on hunger strike.  She’s locked herself in a church to protest against the “treatment” her son has received.  Clever woman - lots of “blood of christ” (plonk in other words) and “body of christ” (read:  nasty-arse wafers) to keep her going.  

Mate, I’m not a fan of Timotei Chalamalabingbong myself, but he does fit the description of Paul in the book.

*stare increases*

You know, we had a prime minister once who loved running through fields of grain.  Psychopathic dancer, but good for comedy value when it came to her “childhood memories” (us Brits were convinced she was a robot so clearly the memories were implanted...)

*stares*

Gin cocktails are usually quite simple - my favourites are the 75, White Lady (without egg white. Ew) and my granny’s favourite to end dinner on: the Last Word. It dates from Prohibition times (1915, apparently) and is nothing more than equal parts dry gin, Chartreuse, maraschino and lime juice. Toss it all into a…

Gay werewolves, you say?

I have bagpipes.  Want a go on them?

I find applying a decent amount of downwards pressure across the buzzed arachnid’s entire exoskeleton with a Doc Maarten boot most enjoyable.  That or letting my cat do his kitteny assassin thing with them.

I think not getting a second season/series of The Peripheral is a good thing, tbh.  You’re right in that they told the story of the first book and it didn’t end on a shitty cliffhanger - it was wrapped up very nicely (if a little messily - but then, look at the book) and it did what it did and said.  

*takes a slurp of the absinthe-tequila cocktail*

Eh, just give the strumpets the checkouts we’ve got in Asda and they’ll soon change their tune...

“He’s not autistic, and it’s not because he’s a Mormon.  It’s because he’s a fucking twat...”