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The Office Review by Victor Lewis Smith
A summer stinker; ‘A bore in homeopathic doses can be hilarious, but a bore in real time remains simply a bore’.
The Evening Standard, July 10 2001
BRITAIN has the best television in the world,” we’re constantly being told, mostly by networks who specialise in stealing the very worst formats from America. From Double Your Money and The Price is Right to Wheel of Fortune and Trisha, the UK schedules have always been crammed with second-hand ideas from the States, so much so that I’ve recently written to the Government, suggesting that it should set up an official watchdog to monitor the trade. My proposal is that this watchdog should be called Offrip, that its board should consist of a wide cross section of society (Lady Howe, Lord Wakeham, a retired High Court judge, and perhaps a bishop or two), and that just like every other public regulatory body in the country, it should have no powers whatsoever, and exist purely to be alternately mocked and ignored behind its back.
Not a funny post, but an important one. Real candidates actually said these things in the year 2012. Hard to believe, but true. NO MORE RAPE APOLOGISTS! -via Electablog
I guess I am like Forrest Gump…I am like a sewing machine needle that goes in here and goes in there, but I am also the éminence grise: the grey, shadowy figure in the background. The thing about me is I get things done and I work under cover.
Jimmy Savile (speaking in 2008)
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
This is clearly theoretical physics of the highest order: it looks like a Feynman diagram showing two mesons exchanging a photon in a closed time loop…
…up your bum.
(originally from here)
Sunday, October 14, 2012
We regret to inform you that your paper has not been accepted
as a PhD student:
as a post-doc:
as a professor:
Thursday, October 11, 2012
You are not a grandee, you’re a fucking blandee. No one knew what the fuck you stood for. Political fucking mist. No substance, no weight. You’ve got all the charm of a rotting teddy bear by a graveside. By the way, women fucking hate you. I can show you the polling. They think you come across like a jittery mother at a wedding. The best thing you ever did in your flatlining non-leadership was call for an inquiry because that will fuck the government and it will fuck you. So now, please, fuck off back to your home, you headless frump, and prepare for your column in Grazia.
Malcolm Tucker (via merseytart)