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
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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