Earlier I was sitting and thinking about Morrissey before going a funny colour and beating the stuffing out of a nearby cushion. Then I decided to write him a song to sing with his fool lips.

Here goes:

I’m miserable
Rolling round in piles of money
I want people to feed my ego
So write rubbish music to annoy them

I’m an over rated idiot
Who gets money for jam

Repeat forever


Martin Wolfenden

Back in the early days of this Century, I made some money by saying the odd funny thing in public. On one of these occasions a fellow funny talker told me that I should write a blog (because that was the sort of thing funny talking people did back then.) Now, I’m not the sort of person who does things the easy way, so I rejected all the ready made blogging platforms and started my own website. Since then it’s become a repository for whatever stuff is bubbling out of my brains and a directory of various podcasts and videos that I’ve made with my friends and is completely unnecessary.

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