Welcome in the hillside: a chronicle of the workers' struggle by Sperm Lewis, it is.
If you thought the great Welsh Nobel laureate, Sir Tim Berners Lewis, invented the internet so that a bunch of public school twits could fill it up with libertarian nonsense, you've got another think coming, boyos, cos if the resurgence of the Welsh language, that's Cym-fucking-raeg to you drole proles, continues at its current rate, the entire content of the web will be monoglot Welsh by 2040, although we might allow a few Chinese websites for decorative value, see. Speaking of the Chinese, when I was a shop steward, I was part of an NUM delegation to the Peoples Republic of China to show solidariy with the miners, the other part of the delegation being my mate Owen Twat, who speaks a bit of Mandarin, see. So when we got to China there was this big fuck off reception committee at the pithead and they'd laid on some tea and a bit of lava bread although Owen said it tasted like dog and I suppose he's in a position to know. And they sang us a little song, which Owen translated, take it away Owen.
I work all day down the mine And as I work I sing You ask what is this song The song that I sing? It is the song of coal I look like coal Coal looks like me Praise be to the Four Modernisations
So the Chinese gave us a bit of a tour and then introduced us to two Heroes of Socialist Labour and we asked what they'd done and they said they'd been trapped down the mine for two weeks and we said, dieu, that's good, how did you survive? And they said that they had survived by drinking their own urine and singing revolutionary songs. There's lovely.
[In the next instalment, Sperm goes to a Buckingham Palace garden party and Mrs Lewis is goosed by that old Lothario, Nick Clegg.]
15 comments:
I visited all the above links.
Yuk!
Need to shower now whilst I run a spy-check.
I thought it was one of those gambling websites, which on reflection it probably was
It looks like a bag of shit.
A smorgasbord of shameless mendacity and consummate bad taste as one would expect.
However, it is difficult to fault the sticker of Dopey Dave scratching his head.
Reader's Wives
Word Veri: persia (that's the first time I've had a proper word)
Word veri: rerites.
Which isn't quite a word but 'reqrites' would be a supremely apt summary of Nulab aproach to facts and history
Reader's Wives
And you know this how, exactly?
Welcome in the hillside: a chronicle of the workers' struggle by Sperm Lewis, it is.
If you thought the great Welsh Nobel laureate, Sir Tim Berners Lewis, invented the internet so that a bunch of public school twits could fill it up with libertarian nonsense, you've got another think coming, boyos, cos if the resurgence of the Welsh language, that's Cym-fucking-raeg to you drole proles, continues at its current rate, the entire content of the web will be monoglot Welsh by 2040, although we might allow a few Chinese websites for decorative value, see. Speaking of the Chinese, when I was a shop steward, I was part of an NUM delegation to the Peoples Republic of China to show solidariy with the miners, the other part of the delegation being my mate Owen Twat, who speaks a bit of Mandarin, see. So when we got to China there was this big fuck off reception committee at the pithead and they'd laid on some tea and a bit of lava bread although Owen said it tasted like dog and I suppose he's in a position to know. And they sang us a little song, which Owen translated, take it away Owen.
I work all day down the mine
And as I work I sing
You ask what is this song
The song that I sing?
It is the song of coal
I look like coal
Coal looks like me
Praise be to the Four Modernisations
So the Chinese gave us a bit of a tour and then introduced us to two Heroes of Socialist Labour and we asked what they'd done and they said they'd been trapped down the mine for two weeks and we said, dieu, that's good, how did you survive? And they said that they had survived by drinking their own urine and singing revolutionary songs. There's lovely.
[In the next instalment, Sperm goes to a Buckingham Palace garden party and Mrs Lewis is goosed by that old Lothario, Nick Clegg.]
Obnox
ref Reader's Wives
I told Mark in the strictest confidence
Now you are a also in the know...unfortunately
WV hotsculy
I think I might have beaten Mr Throat to it:
https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1141932539860553199&postID=5738878815511379360
I hereby admit I sort of nicked the joke off of TFB.
WV: nylly
wylly nylly?
TFB your link is a misslink
I could get Fox to turn your blog over, but cannot really be arsed
You may or may not have mentioned Reader's Wives to Mark prior to me, but which reader and which wife?
Leave your reply on the back of a LEGAL £50 note in the usual place otherwise the (ahhem) photos will be all over the net
WV scrotaging
Good heavens. Labour's website is truly rubbish, both in content and design.
What's it supposed to be? Some kind of Political Early Learning Center!
Word veri: mulsismb.
Which is an anagram of 'mulsim sb', I shit ye not.
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