It tickles me that young people I meet up & down Broadway Market - I can't get a word in edgeways they jabber-jabber on & on scared shitless of the Pinter-pause arriving unannounced presumably mainlining on sundry mammalian pineal gland hallucinogens - think that all I do every day since coming back to Agostone is write this blog!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha shitpricksbastardsmorons! Hang on I thought I turned my Tourette2txt killer app off......shits!.........pricks!.........ok, that's better. No-no-no, you'll find me, a miller - working, researching & inventing 18 hours a day in my live/work lab just off Laburnham Street!
Actually, you won't find me, unless you break the door down, cos I don't do anonymous & nothing shall come of nothing with all yr yadda yadda yadda.
But as a free taster, a gratuity morsel of the organickly deep fried droopy-Uranus trad-Scotch batter on yr £9.11p
During this period in Glasgow, West worked as an ice cream van driver. On 4 November 1965, he accidentally ran over and killed a four-year-old boy with his van.
West, an uncouth man whose personal habits included munching raw onions as if they were apples.
Fred West Memorial Multicultural Tutti-frutti Onion Bhaji!
In Punjabi, Bhaji means "Brother", usually elder brother.
John West may have used his dustcart to dispose of the bodies and belongings of victims who are as yet unknown, or to get rid of parts of the bodies of the nine victims whose dismembered remains were discovered buried in the house and garden at 25 Cromwell Street. When John West was arrested for alleged rape in 1994, police who searched his house found more than 100 pornographic videos. Frederick West claimed that John was ''heavy'' into pornography and liked to tie women up and beat them. His brother treated women ''like a dog'' and become violent when they rejected his advances, Fred West claimed. Retired John West, 54 - twice-married and the father of four children - hanged himself in the garage at his Gloucester home on November 28 last year, the night before a jury at Bristol Crown Court was expected to return verdicts at his trial on rape charges. John West had denied allegations that he raped Anne Marie West, his brother's eldest daughter, some 300 times during the late 1970s at Cromwell Street, and had denied once raping another teenage girl at the house. The suicide of John West - who admitted to having had an affair with his brother's wife Rosemary - mirrored that of his brother. Fred West hanged himself on January 1, 1995, in Birmingham Prison while awaiting trial on 12 charges of murdering women and girls, including his daughter Heather, 16, and eight-year-old stepdaughter Charmaine.
Here is something I'm working on at the moment!
It's in prototype form so beer with me, but basically if my calculations are correct, and they usually are - look do you think it's easy for me to shop @ Comet! Many people nowadays over the age of 18 months are showing signs of imminent discombobulation, presaging Alzheimer's, dementia etc.
My stargazing black-sky thinking surmises that a kwik killer app 2 download 2 yr iPhone that would rearrange this growing hemorrhoid of gibberish would sell like cakeshot!
I'll leave the diagnosis & astronomical (See that screaming against the sky? Voom!) cost of caring for the Forest of Dean of deadwood, braindead, turkeys voting for Xmas on May 6th, 2 other philanthropic entrepreneurs to wring a few million quid out of in these dark days where money=madness.
Personally, I favour the dictums of Malthus & The Childcatcher from the Fritz Laing & Ken Loach fillum, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, for a quick & entertaining final solution/cull. But of course, modernised for todays more sophisticated consumer tastes & produced on a commercial basis as a 'You've been Framedesque' gameshow! Downloadable on a weekly pay-as-you-go subscription basis.
Eschew the obvious Big Other overtures of Harry Hill, Denis Norden & Jeremy Beadle - There's actuary a 50% chance Justin Lee Collins would host it brilliantly for sure! He's a safe pair of pasties! Have you ever seen him drop the coin he's flipped on Heads or Tails? No! Many underestimate the difficulty of multi-tasking the flip & catch, whilst simultaneously creating a simulataneously thrilling yet unbearable lightness of simultaneous being of the dead hand of history. More specifically the back of the dead...the dead...what exactly is the back of the dead hand of history called?
- What is the opposite side of palm of your hand called in English? I am unable to find a word in English meaning that.
- I don't believe there is an English word that refers to the opposite side of your palm. I would just call it the top of my hand and some people call it the back of your hand.
- I don't know about the english term or layman's term of that but i know the medical term since i am a medical transcriptionist. It is called "dorsum".
- Some says that the name of the back of the hand is called ubulus, but there is no dictionary reference to it. It is called Back!
...The hello-hello it's good to be back dead hand of history moulting simultaneous (done with 1 of Justin's classic, hilarious just in time - 'It's the meat John West reject, that makes John West salmon the best!' cod JR Ewing accent) Ruth Lea shower scene suspense!
- You called tails.......And.....it's........................
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................................heads
My only concern about Justin & I know Justin is aware of this & is working as mucho pizzal ecteral off as is bovinely Bristolianly possible. Given the current preposterous ethical constraints of the Hippocratic oath & those damn pigmy scientific dinosaurs [obviously not Jurassic!]! Who, for instance, still think that the Mos Eisley Cantina scene from Star Wars is science fiction!
Justin has a gurt big headpiece:
"You''ll never get a gurt big 'ead like thine
In a tiny lickle hat like this!
The odds is all against thee
I should give 'ee a miss!"
The Wurzels
Sigh. Said Air Balloon Hill-head hasn't a hope in Hanham Mount of fitting within the confines of the mobile phone screen arena. I don't care how nano the components get! Quantum! Size of a meme! It won't budge! There'd be no room for social networking! Forget a keypad, Justins head would be the touchscreen. We may have to get Nick Park to mould Justin's bonce out of plasticine. And 1-D him. But we'll cross that virtual USB Bridge Academy E8 - Change is better than...than a ...I can't remember...Good! When we call in an airstrike to take it out! That would be a good way to start The Man in the High Castle X-box reload wouldn't it...the ideas just flow like water under a...
...Permit me a minor diversion, but could anyone enlighten me on what the words of Me Ol' Bamboo, sung by Caractucus Potts from the classic gritty Dali & Bunuel documentary, Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, actually mean?
Chorus:
When punting on the beautiful Thames
Caractacus:
You use a sturdy pole.
Chorus:
To protect their fair complexion
Caractacus:
Ladies use a parasol.
Chorus:
It's useful in the underbrush
Caractacus:
To have a hefty spear.
Chorus:
Right!
All:
But what we do with an old bam-boo
Makes everybody cheer!
Whatever...Please take a gander at a practical preview of what my new invention could do. It's not perfect to be sure! Like, is the name I've thought up catchy enough? It doesn't feel as easy on the tongue as Halley's Comet. Lenin railed against those who had painted the trees outside his office window multi-coloured. Road me! Rail me! Tube me! Train me!
- All theory, dear friend, is grey, but the golden tree of actual life springs ever green.
The Edmond Halley Right the Wongs of History Generative Gammer Difference Engine Killer App. AKA - Broken Biscuits!
