Saturday, 5 December 2009




...but that's enough about me.

Selling a russian-language artsy-voguesy hypheny-hypheny phoo phoo magazine in a box for £4.50 out of W H Smiths at Charing Cross Station is blackholeuarly way more fuck off than poor Jeremy Clarkson's pitiful doing puddles on your carpet. Using Cyrillic script as a marketing tool is... BUY THINGS YOU DON'T UNNERSTAN'

Which is hem hem th'zeitgeist innit no.

Yes I bought one but I know how to deal with substances. Also emanations - free tip here, if you are approached by an ectoplasm just hit it with your walking stick and watch it unfurl or snap back into the groin of the emanator. I have much wisdom but I can't afford to give everything away for free I am a poor man too, and if you won't pay for advice you won't act on it.


xoggoth said...

Ectoplasm unfurling back into a groin? Is that what they call it in Mitcham?

Chertiozhnik said...

No, mostly in Mitcham the entertainment is young drugged-up Personality Disorders and old fools fighting each other in a stupidly ineffective manner.

Keeps the ambulance people busy, anyway.