That’s why I try not to think too deeply.
Well – apart from yesterday when something prompted me to rant again.
When I rant, my addled brain spits forth questions about the unfairness and stupidity of life. And these are questions that I simply cannot answer. Here are some examples.
Why would anybody pay £220,000 for a bottle of brandy?
Yes – that’s right. A restaurant/bar in Manchester has one for sale.
Why would anybody pay £1600 for a six litre bottle of vodka with a light at the bottom of it?
I asked the barman who jokingly gave us two glasses and pretended he was about to open it for us. The light at the bottom made it look like a nice decoration for a bar but nothing else.
Why do women wear shoes that cripple their feet?
Mrs PM walks to a restaurant on the night out in here plimsolls and then pulls out her high heeled foot butchering shoes just outside and proceeds to hobble in clutching on to me as if she has severely injured herself.
Why do some 60 year old women wear revealing and tight fitting clothes that are designed for 21 year olds?
A woman in a restaurant who would have looked okay wearing normal older person clothes, chose to wear one of those short, tight fitting dresses that revealed almost everything and left very little to the imagination. What’s more she was plastered in make-up, so much in fact that it probably took an expert interior decorator about three hours to make her look vaguely young. It didn’t; she looked ridiculous as she waddled to the toilet, her blubber hanging over the strategically placed “sexy” holes in the dress. Once seen, you can never unsee a sight like that.
What on earth is the logic of having a full length mirror in front of a toilet so that I can see myself pee?
In the same restaurant, I had a perfect view of myself as I answered a call of nature. Why? I ask again: “WHY????”
Why would anybody consider having a huge tattoo?
Cheryl Cole/Fernandez-Vermicelli (or whatever her name is) has the most enormous tattoo on her bum. Why? What on earth is she going to look like at the age of 60?
How has Katie Hopkins managed to carve out television career for herself by being offensive?
Yes, that’s right! They’ve given Little Miss Nasty her own TV show finally!
What the flump were they thinking??????
Why hasn’t anybody exiled Piers Morgan to a remote island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean? Or to the moon?
He is STILL on my tellybox despite my protestations. I thought we had exiled him to America. Well apparently he pissed them off so much they sent him back! Can we send him to Australia now?
Who gives a flying flump about Kim Kardashian or any member of her family?
I am sick of people talking about these people. Stop talking about them and they will go away.
What is going on in the head of Kanye West?
His ego is bigger than the universe, so much so that he recently declared himself the greatest living rock star on the planet. This after he had murdered Bohemian Rhapsody:
If he’s the greatest living rock star on the planet then I am a cat from outer space.
Why does my cat shit on my doormat?
Talking of cats, my fat lazy cat, Jasper, has recently started dumping his wares on our doormat. I think he’s trying to tell me something. We have had to start spraying the mat with Feliway – a kind of cat pheromone. It’s working but now …
Why do cats wait until you have cleaned their litter tray before immediately dumping their wares back into it?
It’s summer. The cats should go outside to dump their wares but they are too lazy and prefer to use their trays (which I hate!!!). So there I am, like an idiot, cleaning the last disgusting mess only to find it refilled within seconds!
And why do cats vomit in the worst places?
Cats eat so much of their own fur that it congregates inside their gullets as a repulsive disgusting globule of semi-digested hair which they seem to love chundering up in the middle of my freshly vacuumed and cleaned carpet. Why can’t they go outside to do it? Of do it in the litter tray (I wouldn’t mind if I had just cleaned it).
The Great British Bake Off; what in the name of all that is SANE is this terrible cookery programme doing on prime time British television?
We are all mad in Britain because we watch utter garbage on television and become so obsessed with it that it fills the newspapers and in some cases it becomes all-consuming. We have terrible trailers for this show including one that was banned for copyright infringement, which had 80 year old Mary Berry singing a terrible version of the “Sound of Music”. This programme personifies the stupidity of some of my fellow countrymen who are infatuated with cookery programmes. Put the bloody thing on its own cookery channel for flump’s sake! What’s worse, people actually complain at so-called funny innuendos that fill the show. People have actually written in to the BBC and complained about the overuse of the phrase “soggy bottom”.
Are these people for real??? I want to complain about the programme itself being so shit. Get the programme off the air before I rant myself into a mad seizure!
Why do people believe everything they read in the newspapers?
The Daily Mail and the Daily Express are the worst newspapers in Britain. They report stories full of scaremongery and have a deep political agenda that people are gullible enough to believe. Almost as bad are the celebrity obsessed tabloids who love to tell us tedious facts like Cheryl Cole/Fernandez-Ventagli (or whatever her name is) has had a tattoo that covers her arse and that we should worry about her because she has lost weight. We are gradually going insane – of that I am convinced.
Why don’t people just stop listening to crap radio stations?
I have listened to radio stations in the car with Mrs PM because we cannot agree on the music we can tolerate, so we search for some common ground and discover that we can both mutually rant about idiotic DJs and the same old dreadful old music that they insist on playing. Please God, give me a radio station. I’ll show them all how it is done and I promise that I won’t spend the time between playing shit songs with banal quizzes and inane uninteresting banter that is not funny and only appeals to morons.
Why does Mrs PM like such shit music?
Why can’t I brainwash her with my fantastic music after being with her for 17 years? There is no depth to Mrs PM’s music. All she listens to is dreadful music including Britney Spears, Cheryl Cole/Flaminez-Vampiri (or whatever her name is). She doesn’t even listen to the words. Even I know the words to the songs that she likes and usually they go something like this:
I see you on the dance floor and I want your love.
If you take me home tonight you can show me all your love.
You can take your love and give it to me all night long.
And then we can beat up the guy who wrote this awful song
Why is the weather in Britain so bloody shit?
Take Friday for example. In the middle of summer I walked about 500 yards from my hotel to take a ride on the legendary “Ferry Across The Mersey” and when I returned, God, in his infinite wisdom, thought I needed a 500 yard shower. I was absolutely drenched by the time I reached the hotel. I would have been dryer if I had stood fully clothed in my own shower for three hours.
|I only went out for five minutes!!|
Okay – that’s enough ranting for now.
Thanks for indulging me again.
I’m off to watch the Great British Bake Off and count how many soggy bottoms there are.