Tag Archives: drivers
Wheely?
Kraken-lovers, after having an entirely blog free week, thanks to the enforced parenting otherwise known as half-term, I’ve had to restrict such phrases as ‘foaming knackersacker’, ‘ staggerment of cock’ and ‘wearing his fucking kidneys as earmuffs’ for when I’ve … Continue reading
Sign Language
Kraken-lovers, you know by now that my relationship with fellow drivers is so badly strained that it looks like a turd that’s been sieved into a mixing bowl. From the moment I slip behind the wheel of my car I … Continue reading
Yellowbellies
You know, as much as I write about the foaming idiocies of society’s knobscots and wank-handles it’s very rarely that I actually come into physical contact with them. Indeed, over the years I have done a remarkable job of surrounding … Continue reading
Kerb Crawling
You know, even though I’m an angry old scrote goggling at the world around me, every day something makes me goggle even more. I now know how babies feel when they see Iggle Piggle for the first time, so overcome … Continue reading
Driven Mad
Whoa! I’ve just had a small mental implosion from which I will never recover if I don’t write about it. It’s something that’s been festering in my brain like a small, gangrenous water vole hibernating for a nuclear winter. Which … Continue reading