Hi I'm Vivian Bolus! Who am I...
Some 48 hours ago I asked a question of John Rees and Lyndsey Belgium. Where were you when Bob Tit's head was caved in?
There has been a response. A little elliptical, but a response.
It arrived today in the form of a half-chewed memory stick, containing a Word document and a video file. All the doc contained was the following words & the vid you can see below.
At the moment I am undecided, I'm not sure what all this means. The jury's still out. You decide!
CHORUS
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it
Josef Stalin...
No apologies 4 Billy Joel.
ReplyDeleteHe's a genius.
He wouldn't mind my take on his classic track:
You May Be Right -
Friday night we crashed our party
Saturday I said we're sorry
Alex came and trashed us out again
We was only having fun
Wasn't hurting anyone...
Was we Lyndz?
No John. We were our own worst enemas.
ReplyDeleteJust like Cliffy, Billy Joel sums it up all for me:
The cold hands
The sad eyes
The dark Chippenham silence
It's so late
But I'll wait
Through the long night with you
With you
The warm tears
The bad dreams
The soft trembling shoulders
The old fears
But I'm here
Through the long night with you
With you
Oh, what has it cost you
I almost lost you
A long, long time ago
Oh, you should have told me
But you had to bleed to know
All your past sins
This is Mark Fishfinger. I'm breaking my silence.
ReplyDeleteIt was a souped up VORSPRUNG DURCH TECHNIK that I picked up from Honey at the Round Chapel.
Listen boyo's, alls I remember is Lyndz & John sat in the back greased down and tooled up with dessicated pasties strewn o'er for body camouflage...
Shoving a cd over in2 my face and screaming -
Play it fucking loud Taffy or we'll blow yr brains out!
They drugged me, I'm used to Max Boyce. Yet I remain an oral historian:
Bob Dylan---you Belong To Me
Patti Smith---rock N Roll Nigger
Patsy Cline---back In My Baby's Arms
Nine Inch Nails---something I Can Never
Nine Inch Nails---burn
Nine Inch Nails---a Warm Place
Leonard Cohen---waiting For The Miracle
Leonard Cohen---the Future
Lard---forkboy
L7---shitlist
Juliette Lewis---born Bad
Jane's Addiction Galas---sex Is Violent
Cowboy Junkies---sweet Jane
Tha Dogg Pound---what Would U Do
I'm a children's auteur and hence nothing to do with the SWP, but these are NATURAL BORN KILLERS...
ReplyDeleteMichael Rosen
A comment box is rather small for an auteur who really needs 847 double spaced pages to constantly rehash a subterranean dystopic automaton babble sci-fi fantasy nose-ring fiction but John and Lyndsey were wrong they were bad whisky toads alighting vanquished unquenched rumourzapping super=rats sqwilly=rigs Hegelgogcrocs aaaaaahhhh!
ReplyDeleteLike Milton's Satan - They're 2 Bad-Mothererfuckers!
Love to all my fans
China M...
china set up a sop No 2 Democracy Commission
nicky nacky noo, the De Courcey said. Bob Tit is without doubt the, the most without undoubtedness.
ReplyDeleteEurope is full of spunkbubbles. We should avoid.
Full of fucky micturaters made out of the cobbles garnered from burnt jews.
Tit spots the problem.
Him be vision
Jilly Boel is a class act. Who can forget her poignant lyric
ReplyDelete'Don't go changing,
to try and please me,
you're a bunch of
wankers anyway,
I'll hold my cock out,
so you can suck it,
The working class can kiss my arse,
Doo do do do, Doo do do do'
That brings a tear to my jap's eye.
Mark Fishfinger cannot hold a Respect-ish PR shindig spellbound.
ReplyDeleteMark Fishfinger does not have the side-ways geezer chat.
Mark Fishfinger knows notteth the Wordcount.
I can do an 1/2 half hour kind-of - I was in the bog with Cliffy sore his dick kind of thing...for a score. Any Ex-SWP'ers out there?
Marriages, birthdays, 0.5% election result nights...
I'm yr man!
Mark Pig-Iron (fluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu)
My name is John Crease - I'm just a normal guy!
ReplyDelete2 hours ago I was John Rees. nOT NORMAL:(
Until the torn halves:(
Not Nobby Stiles!
It's ALL over betwwen me and Belgium:(
Her name isn't really Belgium you know:)
I left. I said on the door oe'r-looking a house Lenin visited maybe twice -
WE ARE SEPARATED SUSPIRATIONS!!!!!!
A COMMUNIQUE FROM LYNDZEY INSERT-A-SYMBOL:
ReplyDelete(nee Belgium)
John Crease is not the man I first met. He's a woman. A multicultural Georgey-boy Shibboleth! A dyed-in-the-wool Pasty. No muck worse...A Pastry...With no Past!!! A light existential repast!!!
LADY MACBETH
35 Out, damned spot! out, I say!—One: two: why,
36 then, 'tis time to do't.—Hell is murky!—Fie, my
37 lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we
38 fear who knows it, when none can call our power
39 to account?—Yet who would have thought the old
40 man to have had so much blood in him?
Doctor
41 Do you mark that?