Poor Sweary. As a fellow migraine-sufferer, lots of "tay & sympathy" winging its way towards you. My only way of shifting the godawful pain is prescription medication called Zomig. Alas, it's pricey stuff.
It's frame of mind over geographical location. It's knowing that a real stone wall is built without cement. It's a glee taken in watching your local bank manager slither, roaring, into the black hole of recession. It's lusting after Japanese Import bangers belonging to fellas called Podge. It's shifting someone who babysat for one of the Saw Doctors. It's knowing forty legitimate ways to use the word "cunt". It's feeling a vague yet irrepressible urge to flatten Rosanna Davison with a shovel. You pick.
Tone Deaf
This blog should be taken in the spirit in which it is written, which is to say it's stand-up comedy from someone who's happier sitting on her arse. The reader should not engage in knee-jerking or the jerking of any other appendages until he or she accepts that opinions stated here are only opinions, that they tend to be more wry than awry, that if you cannot read between lines you should really go back to novels with hearts and/or ribbon graphics on their covers, and that Sweary is a construct, although not as much a construct as she would like to be.
4 comments:
sympathies, lots of them.
Aw, poor Sweary.....
And you know what I'm going to say, don't you? Two words...
FUCK SATNAVS! Grrrr.
Ok, 3 words.
Kaz Waz
Oh dear, god love you. Hope it shifts soon.
Great blog material for mini-thee in future years, though.
Poor Sweary. As a fellow migraine-sufferer, lots of "tay & sympathy" winging its way towards you. My only way of shifting the godawful pain is prescription medication called Zomig. Alas, it's pricey stuff.
Marvellous blog- many thanks!
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