Crying all the way to the bank

Max Clifford sheds a golden tear in remembrance of Jade Goody.

An observed scene

Today I observed a rather poignant scene. It was on the road outside of Angel tube station, in London. For those that don't know, it is a fairly busy road despite it being fairly calm when I was watching it. Specifically viewing two black men riding their bikes on the street. Significantly, they had begun to ride a round in circles on this usually busy street. I was engrossed. After a minute or so of this they started to ride on, somewhere bound. They had been waiting for a pal to catch up with them. Waiting in circles.

A suggested slogan

The Jobcentre. Where all advice is malicious.

Jim Davidson coming out of the closet to Roy Chubby Brown on a northern pier.

Reading Ogden Nash on the number 38

2 Poems- part inspired by Hackney (Well, Victoria to Clapton Pond).

Reflections...
Knife crime
is fine
But a gun
Get's it done.

The DJ
The idea of music on a bus
Does not put me into a fuss
Actually, I like it in theory
But reality, alas, is dreary;

Sounds from phone speakers,
It doesn't get much bleaker
Predominantly dance and rap
And more predominantly crap

So please prevent my under-duress, stress headache
Put in a pair of headphones, thanks, for fuck's 'ake.

The Cynic

A pound for a pint makes the whole world drunk

Actually it's ninety nine pence for either a pint of IPA or a bottle of San Miguel at Wetherspoons.
News which fills me with a happiness that I haven't felt in a very long time. Not since finishing off the Brandy with breakfast.