Wednesday 23 December 2009

Buzzards Celebrity Blog Number 10: Santa


Santa Claus. Father Christmas. Saint Nicholas. Pere Noel. Sinterklaas. Kris Kringle. So many different aliases, which one is real? There's only one way to find out. Check his driving license. I once asked a Santa for his driving license but he spat in my eye and punched me. Come to think of it, if he was really Santa, why was he so drunk? And why was he homeless?
Merry Cwistmas Everyone!

Tuesday 15 December 2009

Upon overhearing a conversation between three gentlemen

MAN 1: I really, really like The Wire.

MAN 2: I agree. It's really good isn't it?

MAN 3: I've never seen it, but I'll tell you what I do like; that My Family. That Welsh one cracks me up.

MAN 1: You're not my friend anymore.

MAN 2: Nor mine. You're one weak-ass bitch, yo.

Wednesday 9 December 2009

My letter to the editor...

Dear Editor,

May I begin by commending you on the sterling job you are doing in editing this publication. When I read a piece by one of your writers I think, 'Yes, it's well-written, but it's also well "edited"'.

Anyway, to the main "point" of my "letter". I was incredibly disappointed by the choice of person to switch on Tamworth's Christmas lights. It was, as I'm sure you're aware, a nine year old girl! And not even a famous nine year old girl, like "Lindsay Lohan" or "Smiley Virus", just a regular scummy nine year old girl from a gutter somewhere.

For next year, I have drawn up a wish-list for who I would like to see "switch" on our "festive" lights! Let's be ambitious and see if we can "make it happen!"

1. Aggie Woodbine
2. Grouch Marks
3. Barry from Eggheads
4. Jackie Fulcrum
5. Flavor Flavor
6. Barrie "Silly Bang" Stott
7. Spit the Dog
8. Carol Borderline
9. Father Xmas
10. "Tom Hanks"

Yours "Sincerely"

Concerned President

Monday 7 December 2009

The generation gap

GRANDAD: Things were different in my day, all I ever got for Christmas was an orange.

KID: What do you mean, orange? It's Apple that make iPods, grandad!

GRANDAD: Silence! Silence before I belt you.

Tuesday 1 December 2009

ILuvDawkins4eva Message Board Post - Number 1

Barbara1967 Help!
My dog isn't eating!!! Iv'e tryed everything bt he just wont eat his food, waht
can i do?!?!?!???

BaggiesBoy Re: Help!
Take him to the vets, love. Its the only way. Its probly nothing serious!

ILuvDawkins4eva Re: Help!
Yes, take him to the vet. It's the scientific way. And ignore BaggiesBoy, he
doesn't know that it's nothing serious. It could be inoperable cancer for all
he knows, but then again he probably prays to the Flying Spaghetti Monster
so you can't possibly trust his judgement.

BaggiesBoy U r a cunt
Cunt.

ILuvDawkins4eva Re: U r a cunt
Hmm, that's just like you, to make suppositions without empirical evidence.
Just wait until everyone on CommentIsFree hears about this.

Monday 30 November 2009

Oh pirex yes they rob I

Some people mock me for having religious beliefs.

"How can you believe in God when there's no evidence for it?"

Well I don't care about evidence. Nothing will stop me from being a Rastafarian.

Mon.

Saturday 14 November 2009

Self-deprecating joke. Code number: EN59742H

With me, ladies, life is like a rollercoaster.

You wait ages for a ride, and when it comes it only lasts two minutes.

Sunday 8 November 2009

Well...

Well. Well. It's been a while. I haven't posted anything on here in 2 months. That's quite a long time. You'd think that in that time, I'd have plenty of snappy zingers and hilarious stories to report.

Well...

I don't. Deal with it, sister.

Tuesday 8 September 2009

Buzzards Celebrity Blog Number Nine: Satan


They say that the greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist.
That's a crap trick. Try pulling a rabbit out of a hat, you demon bastard.

Pizza Burgers

When I was a kid, my friend Colin invented pizza burgers. For the uninitiated, pizza burgers are two baps, with tomato puree and cheese, put under the grill for five minutes.
Anyway, after school, Colin and I lost touch, but recently I heard that his wife had been having an affair. We met at a school reunion last week and had a few drinks, and I asked him how his wife was and if she'd run off with any stange men lately.
Then he went all quiet and distant for a while. I guess he was too busy thinking about pizza burgers or something.

Monday 7 September 2009

Pull back and revere

I saw a vision of Christ in a window. It was a stained-glass window.

Sunday 6 September 2009

My first tabloid column

Jenk 'Jenk' Jenkins was a kind and generous man. Everyone he met remarked on how 'kind and generous' he was.
But Jenk 'Jenk', 'kind and generous' Jenkins had a secret. He was dying of AIDS. Not the kind you get from sex, but another kind.
Jenk 'Jenk' ,'kind and generous', 'dying of non-sex AIDS' Jenkins didn't want to die in agony, he wanted to die on his own terms.
Jenk 'Jenk', 'kind and generous', 'dying of non-sex AIDS', 'suicidal' Jenkins held up a bank with a toy gun, and was promptly shot dead by police.
Police issued a statement, saying they regretted that Jenk 'Jenk', 'kind and generous', 'dying of non-sex AIDS', 'suicidal', 'shot dead by a police marksman' Jenkins, chose to end his life in such a way.

That's all very well and good, but what about the paedophiles?

Wednesday 2 September 2009

Prison Break

If you do the crime, you’ve got to be prepared to do the time. That’s what they say, but let me tell you, when the fuzz dragged me out of my digs, screaming like the fanbelt on my old Vauxhall Astra, I didn’t feel prepared for the chokey.
The judge gave me twenty years after the jury returned a unanimous guilty verdict. Apparently, it took them all of twenty seconds to reach it; they elected to spend the rest of the two hours playing Pictionary, just to add to the suspense. Although, if you ask me, if you want a game with suspense, try Buckaroo.
I was twelve days into my sentence when I decided to escape. Me and a permissive Filipino lag called Eduardo crept out dressed as a pantomime horse. Regrettably, once we were clear, we grew listless and lost our way, eventually wandering onto the Grand National racecourse, midrace. We were doing well until we took a nasty tumble on the last furlong and Eduardo had to be euthanized.
Now, as I sit in my cell, contemplating my now-doubled sentence; I am sniffing the very same glue that Eduardo was made into. Cosmic, eh?

Wednesday 22 July 2009

Marathon Man

I ran into an old friend the other week, and he invited me to a Clint Eastwood film marathon round his house at the weekend, he was showing Lafayette Escadrille, Ambush at the Cimarron Pass, A Fistful of Dollars, For a Few Dollars More, the Good, The Bad and the Ugly, The Witches, The Magnificent Stranger, Hang 'Em High, Coogan's Bluff, Where Eagles Dare, Paint Your Wagon, 2 Mules for Sister Sara, Kelly's Heroes, The Beguiled, Play Misty for Me, Dirty Harry, Joke Kidd, High Plains Drifter, Magnum Force, Thunderbolt & Lightfoot, The Eiger Sanction, the Outlaw Josey Wales, The Enforcer, the Gauntlet, Every Which Way But Loose, Escape from Alcatraz, Bronco Billy, Any Which Way You Can, Firefox, Honkytonk Man, Sudden Impact, Tightrope, City Heat, Pale Rider, Heartbreak Ridge, The Dead Pool, Pink Cadillac, White Hunter, Black Heart, The Rookie, Unforgiven, In The Line of Fire, A Perfect World, The Bridges of Madison County, Absolute Power, True Crime, Space Cowboys, Blood Work, Million Dollar Baby and Gran Torino.

I didn't go though, I'm not a big fan.

Sunday 19 July 2009

Buzzards Celebrity Blog Number Eight: Henry VIII

Had six wives, he did. Six. I don't know how he found the time to invent the vacuum cleaner.

Wednesday 15 July 2009

Losing my Religion

I've decided to convert. Up until now, I have been a strict Church of England man. Not that I ever went to church, except for weddings and such, but apart from that I was devout. I mean, come on, who wants to go to church these days? I went to Midnight Mass once, it lasted two hours. Wasn't it Jesus himself who said that 'brevity is the soul of wit?' What do you mean, no?

Anyway, I have decided to convert to Islam. I know, I know, they've got a bad reputation lately, what with all the suicide bombings and such, but I'm not scared of suicide bombers. In fact (snigger) I think they've been blown up out of all proportion! (snigger)

They didn't like that gag down at the mosque.

Anyway, the main reason I decided to convert was not especially spiritual, but because of what they call God: Allah. I just like how informal it is, how you can shorten it to Al.

I wouldn't mind a God called Al, because it makes Him seem less scary. and I don't think he'll mind much. In fact, wasn't it God Himself who said, 'You Can Call Me Al?'

What do you mean no?

Laughter

Sometimes life makes me laugh. I was in a shop the other day, buying some pick 'n' mix, when the cashier tried to charge me four pounds! Four pounds? That's almost five pounds!
Oh how I laughed, I stood there, at the front of a long queue and just laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed until I was hoarse. A store detective asked me to leave but I just laughed right into his face.
On the way home, I tried to laugh in the face of death but there was none around so I just laughed at a funeral procession.

Monday 22 June 2009

Ricky!

Will there ever be any end to the madness?
As much as I love Ricky Tomlinson AKA Jim Royle AKA That Bloke from Brookie AKA Ricky Tomlinson, I find his series of My Arse products rather grating.
There's Football My Arse, Christmas My Arse, TV My Arse, whatever next?
I'd like to think that a picture book detailing Ricky's routine colonoscopy would be released, because it would be called My Arse My Arse. And what if he released a compilation of the entire My Arse series? Imagine that.




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Wednesday 17 June 2009

I have no head for numbers

When I were a lad, I never did understand algebra. It was a foreign concept to me, the idea that n could equal a number.
I remember on one occasion, I was presented with an algebra equation to solve, and could not make head nor tail of it.
Eventually, I turned to the boy sitting next to me, the class brainbox, Clark Clerk, and asked him for the answer,
"No," he said, sharply, but I persisted.
"Ah go on," I said.
Angrily he turned to me and said, "What part of no don't you understand?"
I said, "n."

Thank you algebra lovers!

They smilin' in your face, but all the time they wanna take your place, the Backstabbers...

BACKSTABBERS!

Pet Peeves: People who "tell it like it is"

I dislike people who claim to "tell it like it is." Not because I am averse to honesty, you understand, but because when people describe themselves as someone who "tells is like it is," what they actually mean to say is, "I am one rude and nasty person right here."
It seems you can't do anything these days without someone trying to force their opinions on you,

"That joke isn't very good."

"Your dress sense is poor at best."

"You probably shouldn't wear your blindfold whilst driving."

Blah, blah, blah.

I have many famous friends

It's true! Just the other day, I had Dog the Bounty Hunter and Cat Stevens round for tea. They didn't get along.
Dog just kept pinning him into corners and biting him. I tried to calm him down by saying, 'Wait, Dog, his name's not even Cat anymore, it's Yusuf Islam!'
But that just seemed to make him worse.

Sunday 31 May 2009

I really...

want this. This is the biggest night of my life. I need this so, so, so much. You don't realise how much I want this. I'm gonna give it 110% No, 112% This is my moment, a moment like this doesn't come along very often. Not at all. This is my biggest dream and I just hope I can pull it off tonight. Because if I don't I'll do myself in. No messing. I'll jump off a bridge or something proper high like that. Onto some jagged rocks. And then while I lie there, in a pool of my own viscera, I'll know that I've missed my big opportunity to be the Amington Fete Rhubarb Gardener of the Year.

EXPENSES!

Some people say that the electorate will turn to fringe parties like the BNP because of the corruption of mainstream politicians. If they do so then they are not only horrible racists, but also deluded, because BNP representatives would be every bit as crooked. They'd just claim for things like flags, and bulldogs and blackface soap instead.

Tuesday 31 March 2009

I would imagine...

...that it would be difficult to instigate industrial action in a bowling alley and be taken seriously.

Thursday 19 March 2009

Pontificating into the void

This economic climate is a bad one. You might say things like, 'Yeah but, get some perspective, it's hardly the apocalypse,' but you're an idiot. Because it is the apocalypse. You get some perspective. From a cow's bum.
We need to alter this course of events if we are to survive, we need to get out of this dire economic climate.

Yep, a little bit of climate change is all we need.

Wednesday 18 March 2009

Why it would be great to be the Pope. Part 1: Papal Infallibility

Example 1: Scrabble

CARDINAL GUALTIERI: You can't have that, it's not even a word!

POPE: I am the Pope, and I say that Fuckwidget is a word, and I claim my 160 points!


Example 2: le Boudoir

WOMAN: No, I've got a headache!

POPE: Oh no you haven't!

Reverse Psychology

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Yeah. This is the good stuff.

Tuesday 17 March 2009

Romance and Innovation: Together at Last

Last night, my partner and I went out to a restaurant to celebrate our anniversary. The venue in question was one, 'Big Pam's All-You-Can-Scoff Buffet.' A fine little place where one can gleefully masticate all the lamb chops he desires.
Anyway, as I sat there, pretending to listen to one of my partners lectures about how I shouldn't swill my toothbrush in the toilet bowl, an idea began to form in my mind...
What about a restaurant where instead of you going and fetching your food from a trough, people, employed by the proprietor, namely Big Pam, bring food to you, straight from the kitchen?
They would then wait for you to finish, and wait for you to order more drinks or a dessert; food serving technicians, they'd be called.
I know, it's a crazy idea, but maybe one day in the future, all restaurants will be like my vision, and people will praise me as a luminary and innovator. Maybe, just maybe.

Also, I now have an intestinal blockage.

Things I have learned whilst visiting London

1. Orthodox Jews can't make toast on the Sabbath.
2. When they say 'Mind the doors,' they bloody well mean it.
3. Hahaha! Cockfosters!

Tuesday 10 March 2009

My foray into "measured" comedy...

I have been. Considering. What.
It would be like. To. Wear a kilt. Even though. I.
Am not Scottish. I would imagine that I. Would get embroiled. Somehow.
In some controversy. Where people. Think I’m some kind. Of.

Racist. Even though. I am not.


A racist. Or.
Perhaps.
A gust. Of. W. ind. Would blow my. Kilt. Up. Around my face.
Exposing my. Quaint. And disappointing.




Genitals.

Monday 9 March 2009

A note for students

Boris Johnson is not, never has been, and never will be, a "legend." He is a very real, and very dangerous, shockingly right-wing man.

The same goes for Mr T. Probably.

Monday 2 March 2009

Collections

I have been collecting celebrity names that are reminiscent of fishing. So far I've got Dr Hook, Rod Stewart, Annette Benning, and Trevor Haddock. I didn't say it was a big collection.

Wednesday 25 February 2009

Some Beat Poetry

Knutsford services.
2 AM.
When all the no-good hustlers and dog-tired shylocks scuttle down the M6.
No thanks, man. I'm already a member.
He knows I ain't a member, but he lets it go, 'cause we're brothers, him and me.
Three quid for a Ginster's?
You can't put a price on pasties, man.
I only came in for a cack anyway.


Shabba.

Tuesday 17 February 2009

McPhilosophy

What came first, the McChicken Sandwich or the Egg McMuffin?

If a tree falls in the forest, and no-one is around to hear it, that's good because it means more people will be buying burgers rather than being distracted by trees falling down all the time.

On that subject, I was trekking through the woods the other day on the promise of a secret dog show (NB: I now know what 'dogging' means and frankly, I'm disgusted) when a voice stopped me. I looked around but there was no-one to be seen. Eventually, I located the source of the sound; it was a tree!
I stopped and listened as the tree told me that when loggers cut into a tree, it can feel real pain and it dies a death just as real a human. He told me that he had stood on that spot for nigh on 200 years and had seen people come and go, and had seen tree after tree disappear. He said that this was the first time he had ever spoken to a human, and that I was the only one who could do something to stop destructive deforestation.
But I, of course, despite appearances, am only one man, what can I do? It was then that he lowered a branch and pulled me closer and whispered into my ear exactly what I should do.
It was a funny thing that happened. You know when someone says something to you, and you didn't hear it, but you pretend that you did? That.

Sunday 15 February 2009

My plans

I was supposed to be attending a Workaholics Anonymous meeting last night, but I couldn't be arsed. I reckon I'm cured.

Misunderstandings!

I'm "always" getting into misunderstandings with people. Sometimes my "brain" doesn't focus properly, and I don't catch someone's true meaning. I've had this problem ever since I used my mobile phone near a microwave. Double radiation!
One such instance of a misundertanding happened at a "party", in the "kitchen." I was asking another gentleman how he knew the host of the party. He told me he knew him from the gym, and that he was there to "network."
I misunderstood this and proceeded to throw him through a window.

So be warned, if I meet you at a "party" and you tell me you like to "network", the words I actually hear are, "harm me, please."

You bunch of twats, you.

Thursday 12 February 2009

Some controversial opinions

"Say what you like about Hitler, he wouldn't let the buses get as bad as this."

"I wouldn't send them immigrants home, no I wouldn't. I'd have 'em come round to my house, AND WASH MY FUCKING CAR!"

"The Welsh? Waste of bastard time."

"WHAT DO YA MEAN, 'WHY CAN'T I WASH IT MYSELF?' I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO, I WAS BORN IN THIS COUNTRY!"

"I prefer McFly to The Rolling Stones."

"Out of all The Beatles, the one who most deserved to get shot was probably Zeppo."

"If you do air quotes one more time, I swear to God I'll plug you right between the eyes, Grandma."

"Sure, you might have a PhD. But can you fit your whole fist in your mouth?"

"I'm not racist but I'd like to kill all Belgians. And their shitty buns."

"Instead of giving all their money away to starving Africans, Oxfam should start helping the aged, because Help the Aged aren't doing a very good job. I'm getting older every sodding day."

Wednesday 11 February 2009

This ain't what it's supposed to be like, man

Look at you, man. Working your "9 to 5." Where's your soul, man? You used to be cool. Man.
What you don't seem to get is that this ain't a game. This is life, bro. This ain't some kooky-ass game you play with your grandma. How is she by the way?
You gotta start livin' your life, man, 'cause I know you ain't like all them other suckers going to their "9 to 5s" like a bunch of cyborgs. Nor are you like them other suckers, going to their "10 to 6s" or "7 to 3s." Wake up and smell the coffee, dude.
I've always said, if I ever become one of them squares you see running for the train in the morning, just shoot me man. It ain't my fault the people I say that to are London police officers, and that I look like a Brazilian electrician.
You need to chill, man. That "career" you've been bitching about is nothing but a crock. You're a slave to the Man, man. I don't do no job for nobody, and I'm living a real life, dude. Way beyond the comprehension of all them squares you work for down at that "supermarket" you work at, Mr Big Shot.
So think about that, while you're slave away for some rich guy who's just gonna spend all his dough on a new Mercedes or his bitch. Think about how you could be living a real life with me. Think about how you would be getting invited to all the real parties, with all the real people. Think about how you could buy real White Lightning with your real giro from the real Job Centre. Think about it, man. Don't say I didn't warn you when you're trapped in the 'burbs with a couple of kids, man. Don't say I didn't warn you.



P.S. If you do get stuck in the 'burbs, could I come and stay? Thanks, man.

Monday 9 February 2009

When I grow up

Some people say that the pen is mightier than the sword. But I usually say to them, 'Ha! Those two words look like penis!'

Buzzards' 100th Post!

Can you believe it? 100 posts! Now we've reached such an auspicious occasion, let's look back at the 99 little nuggets of joy that Buzzards has brought.

Well, you look back. I can't be arsed.

"Life is nothing but a crap shoot..."

Ha! Crap.

Saturday 7 February 2009

My Eastenders Scripts

I have been commissioned to write some scripts for Eastenders, and in a potentially contract-breaching exclusive, I am going to now reveal synopses for these upcoming episodes.

Script 1
Roxy and Ronnie have a cat fight in the Vic. Billy wonders how he is going to find the rent money. Danielle has another abortion.

Script 2
After their intense fight, Roxy and Ronnie reconcile when they discover that they aren't actually sisters, and can continue their affair. Billy finds the rent money down the back of the settee, and has enough left over to get that abortion he's been after.

Script 3
Flaming Mo does some sort of dodgy deal, or something. I don't know. Bianca gets all gobby and ginger, and all the lads down the Vic chip in so Shirley and Dot can both have abortions.

Script 4
Knee-deep in aborted foetuses, the residents of Albert Square go to a firework display. Minty and Heather share a passionate kiss as the nation gags. Expect abortions.

Script 5
Incensed by the current storylines, a large team of pro-life campaigners storm the set and attempt to burn it down. They've nearly overpowered security when Ricky comes out and talks some sense into them. Eventually, everyone agrees that it is OK to have differing opinions and they all have a good laugh, and Peggy says 'Everybody, abortions on the 'ouse!' And the show ends with everybody having abortions. Nice.


If you have been affected by any of the issues raised by these synopses, please stop watching Eastenders now and forever.

Wednesday 4 February 2009

Some story ideas

Two lovers stroll along the beach, under the moonlight. The man picks up a stick and draws their names in the sand, with a big heart in the middle. He turns to his love and he says, 'Although the tides will wash this away, our love, like the ocean itself, will be eternal.'
The next day, another man, whose marriage has just broken down, happens upon the faded drawing and is heartened by its youthful optimism. His happiness is shortlived however, as when he gets back to his car, he finds that it has been clamped.

A man runs a failing greengrocers, and on the last day of business, watches as his unsold stock rots. This reminds him of the fragility of life and his own mortality, and as he closes the shutters for the last time, he vows to live life to the full.
A week later, he falls off a mountain whilst rock climbing and dies, but just before he expires he thinks, 'Well, what a load of balls that was.'

A woman is awoke by a noise in her house and gets up to investigate. The next thing she knows, she in unconscious and wakes up in a room she doesn't recognise. Then, as her eyes focus, she realises that she actually does recognise the room, and that she has fallen over her brass pig ornament again.
The next day, she thinks about throwing the ornament out, but then remembers that her Aunty Betty gave it to her before she died, so instead, she sells it on eBay, where it fetches £12.50.

A couple go to a ballet. the woman enjoys it, but the man doesn't and is visibly bored. When they arrive home, they bicker and argue, but the next day they are both dead from carbon monoxide poisoning.

A man buys a brass pig ornament on eBay and is disappointed as it's smaller than it looked on the website. He thinks about leaving neutral feedback, but then leaves positive, because he doesn't want to cause a fuss.
Later, his payslip arrives and when he realises that his employer has overpaid him, has a sly chuckle to himself about how things always seem to even themselves out.

Tuesday 3 February 2009

My Foray into Observational Comedy Part 1: Phrases

Killing two birds with one stone? What's all that about, like? Bit cruel isn't it? Why would you want to kill two birds? Eh? Who are you, Elmer Fudd? (In Elmer Fudd's voice) I gotta kill those two boids, but I only got one stone!

More than one way to skin a cat? How do you know, eh? Do you do it all the time, you sicko?

Don't teach your granny to suck eggs? Why not? Eh? Eh? Why would you want to do that in the first place? That's just weird that, innit? Eh? Eh? Eh? Eh? Eh? Eh?


Get off the stage? What's all that about?







Eh?

A response to Jonss

In today's Sun, Celebrity Big Brother winner Ulrika Jonsson asks the question on everyone's lips,

'How can a country that fought so valiantly in two World Wars be brought to its knees by snow?'

An interesting question, and one that can be answered simply and with very little thought. You see, this nation of ours won two World wars with soldiers and tanks and planes and such. You can't stop snow with things like that. Believe me, I've tried. I spent most of Sunday night wildly firing my gun into the air in an effort to kill the snow cloud. But you know what? It can't be killed. Not by me and not by you, Ulrika.



You daft bitch.

A fast word about money

Wealth is a funny thing, but not as funny as a clown. Some people are scared of clowns. Get real. It's just a man wearing make-up. Stop being such a baby and fetch me a drink.

Saturday 24 January 2009

A Terrifying Tale...

As I sat in the old, abandoned log cabin, idly playing with a Ouija board covered in the blood of a Native American, I heard a thud on the window. It's just the wind, I told myself. That mysterious curse that killed all those cheerleaders is long gone.
Then, in the distance, I heard a chilling scream. It's just the wind, I told myself. Just the wind screaming like it's being dismembered.
I must have fallen asleep, because I remember opening my eyes and seeing a dark figure hovering over me and whispering, 'Get out!' It's just the wind, I told myself. Just the wind taking on a physical presence and whispering menacing things to me.
I was trying to reassure myself, but I was so scared that my thoughts were italicising. Quickly, I threw a dressing gown over my negilgee and ran out to my car. I put the key in the ignition and turned it. Nothing. the car wouldn't start. Then, I realised that I was trying to start a lawn mower and ran over to my real car. That started and I drove as fast as I could to the nearest town to find a hotel. It was there that a terrifying realisation dawned on me...

THE ONLY AVAILABLE HOTEL WAS A HOLIDAY INN!

Also, I had diarrhoea.

Buzzards Celebrity Blog Number Seven: Scatman John


Reee ba ba ba da bop, ba ba ba da bop. Reee ba ba ba da bop, ba ba ba da, scabba dabba dabba. Ha! Brilliant. On a serious note, a friend of mine told me he's dead.

Saturday 17 January 2009

El Listo!

10. j
9. i
8. h
7. g
6. f
5. e
4. d
3. c
2. b
1. Del Boy falling through the bar.

Trouble in Paradise

MAN: I just feel like I don't know you any more, Brenda.

WOMAN: My name is Marilyn.

Private Dick

Our eyes met across the crowded room, the minute I saw her, I knew I had to have her. I clamped a fine Cuban between my teeth and walked over.
'Say, toots, do you got a light?' I said.
She looked at me and smiled. It was then that I realised that she wasn't as pretty as she looked from the other side of the crowded room, so I blurted out something about being a non-smoker and left.
The next day I went to the optometrist and found out I had cataracts. Seems a guy like me just can't catch a break in this town.

Friday 16 January 2009

A word from the magic bean man

People often ask me if I regret swapping my magic beans for Jack's cow, but you know, he got to grow a beanstalk, kill a giant and be a big hero, but has he got free milk? No. No, he hasn't.

Top of the Props

As a comedian, I'm always looking for new ways to improve my act, so I've decided to become a prop comic.
I tried it out at my last gig, and it worked brilliantly, I told a few jokes, the audience were all laughing (inside) and I felt on top of the world. Then one chap, sitting in the front row said, quite loudly, 'Get off, you shitbag.' As a seasoned pro, I took this in my stride, and got my "prop" out. I set the action of my "prop" to 'incapacitate' and fired away at him for a good five minutes.
As I sat in my cell later, facing charges of assault and stealing, '"props" from a police officer, I thought about what a great job I did that night. 'Yes,' I thought. 'I'm gonna be a prop comic.'

An excerpt from an adventure story I'm writing...

I had battled demons and dragons and climbed deep into the caverns of Agribabwa, but finally I found the ancient treasure chest.
Using the sacred key of Nactata, which I had wrestled from around the neck of the ferocious Mugolian, I opened the chest and beheld the most beautiful treasure in the world; gold so lustrous that it lit up my face with its ethereal shine.
Pity I had to leave it there, in the end. I mean, it was bad enough getting down there, imagine getting back up, lugging a giant treasure chest. Also, I needed a wee.

A piece of conjecture...

They say that Nature's deadliest killing machine is Man. True, but what about if you tied a shark to a lion?

Tuesday 13 January 2009

Buzzards Celebrity Blog Number Six: Prince Harry


Can you believe it? A young man of such power ridiculing others because of how they look? What a horrible, ginger bastard.

Cruisin' for a bruisin'

As I am currently a bit skint, I am now unable to go on my annual luxury cruise. So, to recreate the effect of drinking on the high seas, I now go down to my local Wetherspoon's and sway in my seat.

We Are The World

You should meet my friend, Jock. What a guy. He always wears a kilt, and can often be heard saying things like, 'Och,' and 'Bonnie.' And his favourite food is haggis.

Actually, now I think about it; he's not so much a friend as he is an ethnic stereotype.

CRIME! Together we'll crack it.

I've got a friend who's a criminal. He goes up and down the country grafitti'ing his name on toilets. I had to get him to stop offending, so I sat him down and said, 'Look, Armitage...'

Wednesday 7 January 2009

Happy "New" Year!

"Happy New Year!" That's what some people say. These are the kinds of people that would probably celebrate Super Big, Bad Nazi Day if such a thing existed. These people are suckers. Because I think that if one were to rationally survey the facts for more than a millisecond, one would see that this "new" year we're all so pleased about is actually an old one. Consider the following facts:

  • We're in a recession.
  • We're in the midst of a war in Iraq.
  • The Prime Minister is grey-skinned and dour.
  • The biggest band in the country is Take That.

Based on this evidence, I think we can safely conclude that the year is not 2009, but actually 1992.