Fuck cycling in this morning, the sky looks like an old ladies hair. No bicycle, you stay in, me and black bitch are going together, yeah… fuck you.
After a strangely busy and not entirely wasted day in the office, I peddled home like a cunt and hung out in my flat for a while -pottering like the old lady under the hair I just mentioned- prior to getting on the tube and alighting at London Bridge.
I strolled through the city to a hostelry to meet IC. She’s been summoned there by her ex-work colleagues to send her off with gifts and heartfelt thanks as I nattered cheerily to her past and supped a remarkably well-kept pint of IPA.
After some fond farewells we took the bus to a pizza place on Columbia Road. We’d been there before and I may have already extolled its virtues. The pizzas are discreetly reckoned to be the best in London and I heartily concur, they are fucking enormous, spanning well over a foot in diameter, and idiotically tasty. I opted for the Quattro Stagioni, which was so fucking brilliant I’ll never, ever order any other sort of pizza in this eatery again, ever, the base is hand thrown and the topping fresher than a nippers piddle. I ate most of it with my eyeballs rolling about their sockets in sheer ecstasy, IC had something else, it doesn’t matter what, it wasn’t Quattro Stagioni.
I don’t want this illustrious pile of tish and fipsy to resort to some sort of pseudo political commentary following on from my Cameron rant yesterday but a quick word on the fucking Pope. This really got my goat (ironically eh Satanists)
Less than a week ago Pope Nazi the Thirdreich apologised for decades of sexual abuse of children by priests. He counted this with a genius oxymoron by declaring that paedophilia was “incompatible” with being a priest. If it’s that “incompatible” why are so many Catholic priests fiddling with kids you fucking twit.
In today’s news its been reported that the Pope has attacked popular culture and consumerism. Apparently it’s not good to smoke or drink as it damages the fabric of society and he goes on to condone TV entertainment thus: “could anyone standing face to face with people who actually do suffer violence and sexual exploitation explain that these tragedies, portrayed in virtual form, are considered merely entertainment?” Were all these abusing priests watching TV and smoking and drinking then? I don’t think so…
For decades (make that hundreds) of years the Catholic priests have been sexually abusing children, hundred and thousands of them. This is a fact. Abusing children is just about as low as a human being can sink, it’s made even worse by the fact that the priest has taken advantage of his benevolent position as a supposed protector and defender of the weak and vulnerable and used it to commit an act in direct opposition of his intended purpose. This is unadulterated evil.
Watching fucking TV, having a tab and a pint isn’t, you prick.
July 17, 2008 at 10:53 am |
I think you’d make an EXCELLENT Pope, old bean. The ceiling of the Sistine Chapel would start to get a bit brown with all the fag smoke though, but it’s a small price to pay.
July 17, 2008 at 2:00 pm |
this place does great pizza btw – http://www.lupa.co.uk/ – but they probably don’t deliver to the ghetto.
July 17, 2008 at 2:19 pm |
Edna, you’re too kind
JonR, no, the pizzas I describe are REAL. REAL I tells thee
July 18, 2008 at 12:49 pm |
real as opposed to what? fucking holograms?