Category archives: Obscenity
I Won Me a Dollar/Send Me Your Mank
Filth pays. It previously secured me a glorious, limited edition badge, and now it has actually won me cash money (courtesy of filth-encourager, Jane Ruffino). In related news, my 1,400 page magnum-humpus, The Insatiable Necrophilic Blood Lusts of Saint Teresa… continue reading »
Slashing for Cash: This notion of barter is not that daring a thesis…
In response to Jane Ruffino’s challenge1 to respond (via Slash Fiction) to Eileen Battersby’s response to Stephen Fry’s response to something someone once said…or did…or something, I present this. It won me a dollar. “Rose Petals and Horse Dumps” Part… continue reading »
You’d Never Know they were Anatomically Correct…
For those of you who weren’t present in Exchange Dublin last Thursday night to hear it (i.e. all of you) here’s the piece of sit-down comedy reading I performed (as part of Gareth Stack’s Marshmallow Ladyboy Jesus). ————————————————————————————————————————————– The fragmented… continue reading »
Every Day is a Gif(t): Mr. Kipling’s Orgy of Cake
A companion piece to my Werther’s reimagining. This is why ad agencies should be paying me the big massive bucks. But they’re afraid. Too afraid… The damn spineless & hidebound fools! No more gif(t)s for you tomorrow. You’ve had enough.
Every Day is a Gif(t): Shitty Cloud Munch
Clouds – though occasionally cute, fluffy and given to floating on high o’er vales and hills – are, generally, a bit of a nuisance. They enshroud the earth in suffocating blankets of grey. They empty their contents onto miserable wage-slaves… continue reading »
God is nothing but a big stupid over-sensitive man with a beard that lives on a cloud
Of all the many wild ‘n’ wacky notions entertained and promoted by orgainsed religions, few can be as amusingly bonkos as the idea that (human) earthly adherents of a deity have a responsibility to protect their God from “offensive” criticism,… continue reading »
Pissing (once more) on Bishops: Blasphemers Beware!
So it’s another of those boring old Wednesdays. You yawn your way apathetically through the morning. 11 o’clock arrives on time – Hoorah! Out you pop for a restorative coffee and a squint at the papers. Your eyes alight on… continue reading »
The Great Picturegate Postcard Exhibition
The response, thus far, to my request for nudey postcards of An Taoiseach has been splendid & encouraging. Allan, in particular, has been evangelical in his promotional zeal. Allow me to clarify, again, exactly what’s “planned”. 1) We want you… continue reading »
