Posts Tagged ‘David Cameron’

It just occurred to me that I haven’t updated my blog since Christmas, despite my intention for this to be my regular way of venting my angriest thoughts and feelings and generally offering my commentary on world events. And holy shit, what a few months it’s been. Last time I wrote, I was merely looking forward to a decent Christmas with the family and hoping that 2011 would suck much, much less than 2010 did. And it has… for me.

DO NOT piss her off.

Is it just me, or has the world gone MENTAL? Mother Nature appears to be PMSing over something; that or she’s just REALLY pissed off with the Pacific region right now. I mean, first she destroys a massive chunk of New Zealand then this tsunami has killed thousands in Japan. What the hell did you guys do, forget her birthday? Sleep with her sister? God damn.

On a serious note, both disasters are massive tragedies and I ask that all reading keep those guys in their prayers. And, if you’re feeling generous enough to help, click the logo below to find out how you can donate.

British Red Cross

Follow the links to donate, every penny helps.

The entire Middle East appears to have imploded on us, too. Egypt, Jordan, Libya… Wow, Libya. Khaddafi has gone batshit, hasn’t he? Jeez. He’s like Chemical Ali’s very own Denis Leary right now. “We are not under attack.” Well, shit, I’m looking at CNN right now and either you’re celebrating the 4th of July early this year or some motherfucker is trying to kill you. Hell, I’ve seen four world leaders on the TV telling me that they’re trying to kill you, dude. I’d take the hint and get the fuck outta Dodge. Hell, you’ll probably get a council house and benefits if you can sneak into the UK in the back of a truck unnoticed. I know it’s not the billions of dollars you’ve been saving up for your retirement, but it’s probably better than, y’know, dead.

Col. Khaddafi

God damn, Khaddafi is nutty as shit. Look out for Khaddafi: The Movie (starring Mickey Rourke) at a theatre near you. Soon.

Actually, as much as I’m against paying for a genocidal maniac to live forever on my tab, it’d be funny as hell to watch our Fuhrer David Cameron giving the budget speech only for Khaddafi  to sneak on up behind him and tap him on the shoulder.

All joking aside, I’m glad Cameron has grown a pair and it’s us leading the charge to get rid of this lunatic – he didn’t even wait for Team America to decide if there was enough oil to make it worth them going in before we had Tornadoes all up in Tripoli’s bidness.

I suppose I should stop talking about the shit you see on the news all day and actually write something original and a little bit personal on this thing, otherwise it’s no more interesting than watching a Traci Lords film where she doesn’t get her tits out. God, she’s a shitty actress.

Yes, the Traci Lords reference was little more than an excuse to post a picture of her. Done.

Actually, before I get onto the personal stuff, I have two words that’ll probably become an expansive gush: Charlie fucking Sheen. Charlie “Motherfucking” Sheen. I love that man. He’s gone crazy as a tree rapist and it’s the most entertaining thing any celebrity has ever done. He truly is winning, and if tiger blood is what he’s on, someone sign me up. Where do I get that shit from?

The Sheen

Charlie "Motherfucking" Sheen. What a hero.

This is a fly-on-the-wall documentary that desperately need to happen. He’s making The Hoff look like a beacon of sanity.

Anyway, what have I been up to in the last few months? Nothing much, I suppose: Work, sleep, eat, shit. I mean, there’s other stuff in there, like drinking and showering, but that’s how nondescript my life has become of late. I finally heard back on the Holland Park script from the BBC – probably the most glowing rejection of all time. Apparently I’m ‘brilliant’ and ‘skillful’ but they don’t want to develop me further. What the cock is that shit? And yes, I did just quote Sarah Silverman. It’s because she’s both funny and hot. And gives me a reason to post a gratuitous photo of her.

Sarah Silverman

Kimmel, you bastard.

So, onwards and upwards and I’m trying again to put my scripts out to the masses. I currently have a few works in progress; an as-yet-untitled coming of age movie about three trailer park kids set against the backdrop of the early 70s music scene. My cinematic versions of The Ramones, Ray Charles and Berry Gordy Jr. all feature along the way, as well as a wonderful scene I’m working on set at the world famous CBGB’s club in New York.

The Ramones fucking rock.

Also on my slate, my first run at writing horror sees me working on The Surgeon. Yes, it’s a teens in trouble story set in some woods and an old hospital. Not the most original premise, but hopefully I’ll be able to do something interesting with it.

The next – and most likely – production on my slate is a web series, Housemates (Working title), which I’m hopefully going to be working on with one of my favourite people in the world, Bayram. We only discussed the project for the first time the other night, but she’s in so far. If I can get the other three people I want to sign up, the show’ll be one to watch. The premise? Five strangers are forced to live together by their Social Anthropology professor. Living together for three years is the only way to pass the course, but how will they cope with their circumstances?

If it comes together as fast as I hope, we might be on YouTube in a matter of weeks. I’ll keep you posted.

Fuckin' A, that's K-Smith

Fuckin' A - click this bad boy.

Finally, a bit of pimping for another blog – One of my favourite screenwriters and directors of all time, Kevin Smith, just posted a sneak peek at the script for his upcoming flick, Hit Somebody, over at Silent Bob Speaks. I know he cops a lot of shit for being a purveyor of dick jokes, but this is actually some of the most beautiful writing I’ve seen in some time. And it’s written for John Goodman.

And, as we all know, John Goodman is the fucking man.

Yes, this is John Goodman. If you don't hit a big "we're not worthy" right now, you fail at life.

Until next time, I’ve been your Angry Comedian.


So… blogging. How 21st century of me. Let’s spread some hate. I actually kinda hate blogging already. It appears to be all ‘widgets’ and ‘themes’ and ‘templates’ and shit. Look, call me crazy, but I just want to write some shit on the internet, I don’t want to reprogram the international fucking space station. I‘m blogging because life is shit and I’m fairly sure the few remaining friends I have are sick of seeing status updates on Facebook like ‘Kriss wishes he could swallow a shotgun loaded with napalm, pull the trigger and swallow the lot like a tuppenny hooker.’ But apparently the ‘blogsphere’ embraces crazies like me like a crazy on ecstasy.

Here’s the deal with me folks, something you should all know: Despite being a comedian I struggle with depression. Let’s take a moment to embrace that irony: The man whose job it is to make people and happy and get them laughing has been neither happy or laughing in the last ten years or so. Tears of a clown? Don’t give me that bullshit, start quoting Motown-inspired platitudes in my general direction. Here’s the deal, kids, my mantra: Life is shit. Get over it.

Actually, blogging has a use. It means I can essentially do a gig every week without leaving the house, which means I don’t have to go near people. Be clear, folks, that I hate people. I’m not sure why I’m not the only one on this planet but, I guess, if I was I’d be fucked. Well, I wouldn’t be fucked (nothing new there) but I’d definitely be struggling. I have all the ability to farm and provide sustenance for myself as a retard with a glue addiction. I can pretty much manage the ‘walk into supermarket, buy shit, remove wrapper, eat’ process.

Still, I suppose somebody has to read this shit, otherwise it’s just like that time I had therapy, only I’m not distracted by thinking about how much I’d like to fuck my therapist. I wonder what Freud would say about that? Let’s talk about shit that’s pissing me off today…

The Sun and Th Daily Mail, two newspapers that are no doubt written in crayon and aimed at readerships who are barely literate enough to read a Harry Potter audio book, are still up in arms about this World Cup bullshit. Look, I’m as pissed off we didn’t get it as the next guy, okay? But it’s over, no need for an ‘investigation’ into bribery and corruption here. The irony that this ‘investigation’ is being led by a newspaper owned by News Corp. tickles me in ways you can’t even begin to understand. You’re owned by Faux fucking News. I know that nobody who works for The Sun is smart enough to grasp irony but Pot, meet Kettle.

Cameron. Facepalm.

I mean, fuck, let’s have an investigation, shall we? We wanted the World Cup. We had the best bid. I like that, those are facts. Now look at how we presented this: We sent David Beckham, the only man in Britain who’s almost universally liked, along with the following: Prince William, an over-pampered brat, part-time military deserter and waste of tax-payers’ money. Boris Johnson, a guy so far up his own arse that he can tell you what stomach acid tastes like and David Cameron, a man that nobody I’ve met actually voted for, that everybody hates because he’s a lying fascist and has all the charisma of a rotting hyena carcass.

Yeah, that was going to get us votes. Why didn’t we just go all out with this, really try harder? “Mr. Blatter, meet England’s bid representatives; this is David Beckham, Peter Sutcliffe, Rose West and Margaret Thatcher. Can we have the tournament now?”

That said, there were many ways in which our bid was the strongest. Our bid would’ve helped more people by sending money to Africa. Largely because all the jobs it created would likely be filled by illegal immigrants from said continent. It’d also be the best for the environment because most of the players and fans of all the likely qualifying nations already live here, so no need to fly that many people in.

You want an investigation? How about we investigate the idiots who led our bid?


Something that’s been gnawing at me for a couple of weeks is the Bush memoir. George Bush, the single most evil man in human history, believes that the lowest point of his presidency was being called a ‘racist’ by Kanye West. Well, if the shoe fits…

Bush Nazi

Anyway, Bush, a proven sociopath with no interest in any human life but his own, a man who lied about WMDs and any other bullshit he could to have an excuse to finish his father’s dirty work and finish an old vendetta at the expense of millions of lives, most of them civilian, making him the biggest purveyor of mass-genocide since Adolf Hitler. You think being called a ‘racist’ hurt, George? I just called you a Nazi and loosely compared you to Genghis Khan. I’m sure if you go wave your imaginary degree from Yale around on campus for a while you’ll find someone who can explain who that is to you. You fucking developmentally-challenged moron.

The Hairy Bikers. I love these guys, really.

I have a working theory that Cheryl Cole is one of the Hairy Bikers, by the way. I have no memory of how I came up with this but it’s based on a strong theory; at no time in human history have there been more than four famous Geordies (who aren’t footballers) because nobody understands what the fuck they’re talking about. Well, we have Cheryl, Ant & Dec and the Bikers. Five into four doesn’t go. Either we have one too many and they need to be eradicated. How do you choose between Cheryl, Ant or Dec? I suppose it’d have to be Cheryl because it seems a shame to break up a set. And she’s a waste of oxygen. My point is, either she’s a Hairy Biker in a really convincing mask and wig and a really tight corset or else we’re living in uncertain times and I don’t like it.

Know your racist enemy.

Actually, let me court a little hatred here. I really hate Cheryl Cole. I don’t care if she’s “hot” or not. She represents everything that’s wrong with society. A talentless ‘musician’ who didn’t earn her fame that’s been elevated to the position of judging and mentoring other ‘talents’ on television and elevated to the status of overpaid role-model despite a history of racially-motivated assault. Sorry, Simon, we’re supposed to casually forget that, right? Especially now you’re taking her to the US for X Factor USA.

Well, I know there are probably going to be Americans reading this, so let me fill you in on this newest ‘role-model’ we’re throwing your way:

Feel free to ‘investigate’ that one, my Yankee friends. Know your enemy.

Let’s see, who else can I hate on? If I don’t hit 2,000 words, this venting session has failed. Ah.

Justin Fucking Bieber

Baby, baby, baby… NO. My God, what’s the deal with these fucking idiots who signed/produced/like this fucking moron? A squeaky-voiced fucking chipmunk with less musical talent than Helen Keller. My God, this fuckhead is so manufactured that he should have to wear a fucking Kraft logo on all his clothing and have it tattooed on his forehead. As I write this, having Googled ‘Justin Bieber’ to get the picture, the top news story on Google is ‘Bieber appearance on German TV cancelled after tragic accident.’ I read on hopefully but, alas, no joy. His balls still haven’t dropped.

Eight-hundred hate-filled words to target. Michael McIntyre should be my next victim.

Floppy-haired sucker of satan's cock

This talentless floppy-haired sucker of Satan’s cock seems to be polluting my TV a lot of late. What the fuck is it with this guy? Why is he popular? He’s like the British Dane Cook – a talentless fucking nobody who slept his way to the top whilst stealing everyone’s jokes, stopping only to make them shit along the way.

I know it’s the trendy thing in British comedy to hate on guys as soon as they get on TV and some dickhead is bound to say I’m doing this out of ‘jealousy’ or some similar bullshit. Here’s the deal: McIntyre. Isn’t. Funny. Those are the reasons I hate him. No ulterior motive, no between the lines, deep-rooted psychological bullshit reason. The guy isn’t funny. He’s a ‘comedian’ who isn’t funny. See the fail? Good. Just wanted you to know where I stand.


Since I’m on the subject, let’s kill two birds with the same stone and talk about this talentless shit-for-brains Scottish dickhead, too. Hi, the angry-at-the-world attempts at political humour have been done. Only fifteen years ago, funnier and much better informed by a guy named Bill Hicks.


Remember Bill Hicks? American guy, funny, hated everybody. Had actually read a book or two before unleashing his opinions on the world. Not like Boyle, a man who – at best – is just another media puppet (who, unsurprisingly, writes for The Sun) trying to do a modern-day impression of the great man. Just a hint, Frankie, but if Bill were still alive he’d probably treat you with the same disdain that he reserved for Denis Leary. Just another dickhead trying to make a living off of his back by stealing his material.

Five hundred words to go and I seem to be running out of hate for the day.

Fuck it, let’s talk about two-faced people. I can rant on that all day. Let’s discuss bosses who lie to you consistently over extended periods. Let’s talk about ‘friends’ who seem intent on just fucking with you. I got enough of both. Since I’m going to post a link to this on Facebook, I know this’ll be seen. Frankly, though, if guns were legal here I’d have one n my mouth right now, so let’s go balls-out.

I’ve worked for my boss for three years, or near-enough. I’ve been the model of a loyal employee and, since I’ve been there, somewhere in the region of thirty other members of staff have come and gone. Some lasted a year, some a few weeks, all of whom were of varying degrees of ability. Every single one of whom had been promoted above me within a fortnight of arriving, yet another snub to the only guy who gives enough of a shit to stick around for all this time, never complaining about the workload, however heavy, never causing a stir by moaning about some of the abject fucking morons I’ve had to work with, never complaining when decisions are made that seem completely fucking retarded. Here’s a lesson, kids, that you should all remember: Loyalty is like a pussy. If you show any of it, you’re going to get FUCKED.

Friends are the same. I recently became fairly sure that all of my friends hate me. I’ve known for quite some time that my entire family hates me, so it was nice to nip that shit in the bud. I have friends who consistently cockblock me as I attempt to move on from the previous girlfriend who, to this day, seems to delight in fucking me in every which way but the good one. Sure, we tried to stay ‘friends’ for the kids’ sake, but I’m not sure we were ever friends to begin with. I’m pretty sure we were just two people who really enjoyed fucking, then we became a guy who misguided fell in love with a girl who really enjoyed fucking everyone but him.

Since then, nothing, nada, jack shit. I currently couldn’t get a hooker to fuck me. Shit, knowing my luck, my mates would manage to cockblock that, too. Just for shits and giggles.

Look, forty words left. Time to wrap this up.

In summary, kids, I give up. I have friends that hate me, a boss who treats me like shit, zero long-term prospects and I live in a world that’s gone to shit. Someone feel free to explain the fucking point to me, okay?

Until next time, I’ll be the ‘Angry Comedian’ – leave comments if you want to pretend to give a fuck like most of my ‘friends’ and family do.