Thursday, 13 November 2014

Dappergate - a fairly indepth look at Lad Culture. Also the news. Also I analyse a debate.

So what's in the news this week?
Well that's a question I don't need to ask you! Since I joined the gym the other week I've been doing a lot of slow walking on the treadmill whilst watching Breakfast on BBC1. However I didn't go this morning so I am one day behind with the news.
I do know about the satellite landing on the comet though, tré exciting! It's a shame we didn't send a few z-list celebrities to manually land it. I think the comet is about 50million miles away, which sounds about a safe distance for the likes of Justin Beiber to be from the rest of humanity.
What's that? Justin Beiber? Why arn't you slating hate-of-the-moment Dapper Laughs?
Well big news: he is dead! Not really, but the character - or should I say 'character' - has been put to rest in a coffin built of complaints, nailed down with a hammer made of outrage, and buried under a dirty topsoil of shame. He's shaved off his beard (not a proper beard like a lumberjack or a Hagrid would wear, but one of the ones all the cool people wear these days that looks like they've just rubbed their glue-covered chins around on a barber's floor)...anyway he's gotten rid of that and put on a polo shirt and apologised for his behaviour. Anyway as with all things Dapper it's created more anger and stuff, with 'ladz' saying that everyone who complained about him just had nothing better to do and was probably frigid, and other excellent reasoning, while some people who are against him are still angry saying he didn't mean any of his apology etc blah blah blah. What I'd love to see is let's just have loads of people on either side of the argument just spend the rest of time being angry. In my opinion (or IMO, as the kids are saying) he's apologised, let's forget about it. Life is too short (as is my memory) to carry on debating this non-issue any longer. I mean while he was about doing it and promoting bellend-ish behaviour among the (largely) young male population of our Great country and telling them that women basically love getting treated like walking, talking storage compartments to keep your penis in and any that argue with that are probably lesbians or frigid! And this ideology is also the key to getting sex from as many women as possible.
So let's discuss this shall we? By "Let's discuss this" I mean I'm going to talk about it, and you're going to jolly well listen! Or at least read it!

Lad Culture - explained by Big Daddy, thoroughly researched (this is a lie) and....and here is what I have found...

Ok so a real lad just seeks to sleep with as many girls (or 'bitches', as he would call them) as possible and can use this as social currency amongst his male peers. This is in stark contrast with the commonly accepted stigma attached to a female who might do the same thing.
Anyway it's a lot to do with trying to portray a macho image and with that comes the glaring obvious-ness (...) that you're really insecure. There's more to life than having big sculpted muscles and acting all masculine etc etc, and that's speaking from someone who's definitely and 100% certainly mastered both those things.

I admit I started this topic with a lot of angry passion but it's starting to ebb now. The point is I've spent much more time than is good for me looking at internet debates, some of them about the whole Dapper-Laughs-Gate and it just makes me cross how in any of the debates all his fans seem to do is call the people objecting to Dapper Laughs 'frigid' or 'losers' or something else moronic. Anyway so I'm going to find a nice snippet from the comments section of one of the these debates and show you exactly what I mean.

For this I have to visit Buzzfeed.com. Better hang up my braincells at the door!
Sweet Jesus...what the hell is this place?




Ok it didn't copy over but it said 'Praise the Lorde' and I was like Nahhh so much

Ok so this is literally copied and pasted from a buzzfeed article which was about Daniel Reilly 'killing the character' of Dapper Laughs and basically apologising for the offence caused etc. You get the point. But do the readers all agree? (I hope not or this'll be bloody boring) Also I BET they have some excellent points to make.

Let's take a look. My points will be in red! FOR MY ANGRY-NESS!  




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    Emily Lawson ·  Top Commenter
    Is that black turtleneck supposed to make him look like an intellectual, rather than a twat? Name-calling so early on in the game! Minus points! I think if he's trying to shed the image of the character of Dapper Laughs it would hardly make sense to come dressed up as him! Also why's it matter what he's wearing? 

    • Nicola Coughlan · NUI Galway
      Just when you think he couldn't get more offensive, he turns up in a polo neck. I take personal offence to this as many people look great in a polo-neck. Yes I am thinking Woody Harrelson in Friends with Benefits! And myself in a nice green one I have. What on earth is there to be offended by with a polo-neck anyway? Actually on a cold day I have had some complaints...

      • Sonia Alejandra Teruel · Miami, Florida
        Lmao No you arn't. Nobody 'liked' ur comment because it's stoopid.

      • Lee F-j ·  Top Commenter
        "turtle neck" This is correct. I cannot argue with this comment, but it doesn't really add to the debate.

      • Nicola Coughlan · NUI Galway
        Awesome contribution, Lee. Some night time reading for you: http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polo_neck WELL SHIT THE BED! SHE'S ONLY RIGHT! I must take back my comment about Lee being correct, he was so wrong he should be taken to the police for spreading internet-lies! 
        For all who didn't realise, he is wearing a turtle-neck in the video, which we can picture is a regular sort of top with a long tube-like collar to cover the neck. But apparently we're supposed to call them polo-necks! 
        So what the hell have I been wearing all this time?!

    • Ima Mused ·  Top Commenter · Works at Panic Station
      I don't think I've ever seen such pathetic backpedaling in my life. You've clearly spent no time watching me do really bad BMX demonstrations down the skatepark then. Also this is one of those things where one person sees an apology and someone else is just a bit more cynical. 

      • Andy Brice ·  ·  Top Commenter · Kingston University
        The guy has been a complete dick. But I think he came across quite well here. I hope the humility is genuine and he's learned his lesson. This guy makes some sense. Let's all hope he's learnt his lesson...but look at his picture...has he got cat ears?

        • Uche Ezedum ·  Top Commenter · Langley Marish, Slough, United Kingdom
          For someone I've never heard of before all this controversy, I'm sick already of the guy and the story. Time to move on to the next one.... ;p Why bother Uche? You're clearly only going to get bored of them too! Why do you even look at other human beings? They art nothing but the simple playthings that you pick up and discard like a spoilt child! You disgust me!!

          • Lee F-j ·  Top Commenter
            no one cares A LOT OF PEOPLE CARE! THEY SHOULDN'T BUT THEY DO! Unless this is about the more important sub-topic of what to call my green top now that we're all aware that it's not a polo-neck!

        • Jessica Hanson ·  Top Commenter · Content Specialist at Wargaming.net
          I'm glad he's now on record saying it can encourage men to behave in that way. Because some people are too stupid to realise that it was character acting (terrible, unfunny character acting). Yeah but guys did it before he came along, everyone knew it encouraged it all the way through, and now that he's stopped these people arn't going to say 'well i never thought of it like that' because people like that barely have thoughts at all! Apart from where they're next going to park their todger!

          • Heloise Pace ·  Top Commenter
            I didn't realise it was a character.. I really did think he was a chauvinistic asshole... That's what is so scary.. he just comes across as a regular "lad" having "banter".. I've met loads like him.. are they all putting on an act too? How can we tell? lol In a way they are putting on an act, for you, for their lad-friends, even for themselves...so deep. "Are we all playing a part in a great play that no-one even knows is happening and that no-one is watching" - Big Daddy, November 2014.

        • Ruth Forrest ·  Top Commenter · Nottingham, United Kingdom
          Now lets stop writing articles about him and let him just fade into obscurity. Ruth if that's your attitude then you're a massive hypocrite for putting this in the first place!

          • Jack Cooper
            I've never watched his performances, nor have I barely even heard of him, but I'm still disappointed that his shows are being cancelled. Why? His shows had a fan base, and as controversial as they seem to be, they were entertaining thousands. Why must other people step in and ruin it for others? If you don't like it, dont watch it! It's sad how a person jokes about rape gets his show cancelled, but a certain footballer who did actually commit a rape crime is allowed to continue. LADIES AND GENTLEMAN WE HIT THE JACKPOT, WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN! He's synergising that rapey footballer story with Dappergate!! Got to admire that. Well you don't have to if you don't want to. I certainly am not.

            • Andrew Hill ·  Top Commenter · Caudillo at Crack In The Road
              Probably should have watched the show then, as you'd have seen he didn't just tell dodgy jokes, he actively approached random women in the street and harassed them for laughs. I dare say you oughta be scolded for openly encouraging another human to watch the show, especially when you've just given away massive spoilers.
              Also what is this guy the Top Commander of?

            • Ruth Forrest ·  Top Commenter · Nottingham, United Kingdom
              Well those things arent comparable. If the footballers job was raping women, it'd be a different story. He's been charged, served his time and is now going back to his original job. Your analogy doesnt really make sense. That's not really true. Most things CAN be compared, unless you're very lazy. Let me give it a go. "What Dapper Laughs did was bad. What that rapey footballer did was worse". They we go, an expert comparison and I didn't even break a sweat. 
              I now see it actually says 'Commenter' not commander. Too bad.
              Also to imply the footballer is not as bad as Dapper Laughs is silly IMO. He was convicted of raping a woman, served 2 years for this abominable crime then was rehired by his football club where he will make a ludicrous amount of money and be in a position where he could be considered a role-model for young football fans. 
              I caught a little on the story on Question Time and there was a Lord who put it well. He said that this footballer had the right to work, as everyone does, but if this Lord was the Manager of the football team he would not rehire him.
              Anyway that's possibly a debate for another time!

            • Ruth Forrest "If the footballers job was raping women" Good point Michael, well made. Do you have time to go over it again for those that didn't catch it?
              And we all know it's not their job, but it is a hobby for a lot of them. #slanderous #JK #AmI?


            And there you have it! Some excellent points well made, but I'm upset nobody called anyone's mom a slag! I found this fairly tame. Maybe next time we should hit up the Britain First homepage for a good laugh - if it wasn't so sickening. 
            Also people who think hunting animals is a basic human right. It was once, when it was for survival and we were hunting wooly mammoths. If you're hungry, go to a supermarket u stupid buffoon.

            Here's something we can all enjoy and bond over.


          Friday, 7 November 2014

          Q&A with "Big Daddy"

          Q - "Dear BD, why is it that you can click 'tab' and it goes to the next thing, but is there a way to do a reverse tab, so to speak?"

          A - Dear reader, I don't know. This is often something that vexes me when I'm trying to do stuff computer-based. I will endeavor to find out for you.

          Q - "Big Daddy, you are always an inspiration for me. Where did my life go wrong?"

          A - "Well, that implies your life has gone wrong. Everyone lives a different life, wildly different from everyone else, even though sometimes everyone feels insignificant at some point in their life, and asks -am I important? Well the answer is yes! Of course you are. Without the most 'ordinary' person in the world, everything would be different. Just by walking across a room someone could see you and think 'wow'. Even if nothing comes of it, you've made that person's day better. And just by making that day better, you've made their life better. So never doubt your own importance. You're one of the most important people in a lot of other peoples' lives.
          Anyway in conclusion there is no right or wrong way to spend your life. So smile and enjoy what is.

          Q - Why did you give such a more in-depth answer to the 2nd question than the first one?

          A - How did you know in advance what I put? This is a write-in agony-aunt style piece.

          Q - I know where you live

          A - Ok....

          Anyway I hope you all figured out that at this time of year, or any time of year, or in fact any time in your life, it's perfectly OK to feel down once in a while. For instance right now, I've been single for a while with no sign of that changing. I'm listening to Christmas music in November. I'm overweight, and compensate for my insecurities by cracking jokes at every opportunity.
          Someone I know tried to lure me into a serious conversation about what I want to do with my life, which is something i do ask myself often. I had the usual dreams when I was younger. I wanted to be a teacher first, I remember. Then I wanted to be a policeman. Professional pianist?
          I started this blog as a piss-take of one of my friend's blogs 'Let Thy Words Be Few' which was a load of emo-ish demonstrating of how shit everything in the world was. I don't want this to veer in that direction and I nearly always try to add humour (as a defence mechanism? Perhaps, but I do like making people laugh/smile/not depressed) but I think endless levity needs to be compared to the occasional seriousness in order to have any real value.
          There's a lot of darkness in the world (not that anyone really needs telling that, we all know). We live in a country with deep cultural and economical problems. We live in a world with looming disasters of every stripe. People are dying in the thousands across the globe from disease, famine and good ol' human corruption. Politicians in the wealthier countries 'help' with one hand whilst protecting their own careers/wealth with the other. A lot of people are unhappy about the state of the world but aside from a few modern-day heroes let their own personal problems closer to home distract them from these issues. I don't really blame them, I'm just as guilty as any. I mean I'm writing about it now, but so what? A couple of dozen people read the most popular of my posts and then what? Maybe think about it for a short time then get back to their everyday business.
          So what is my message really? 99% of my blogs have no message. Be happy, I guess. On the one hand, you are important and should be proud of yourself (unless you're clearly a criminal monster or something, in which case yes you should probably not be proud of yourself) but on the other hand...on the other hand there are problems in this world that we can scarcely imagine. I mean I'm writing in a pretty moribund manner this evening but I've never had any real hardship in my life, so it's probably just the alcohol talking.

          Be thankful for those you have in your life who you love, and you love you in return.
          Spare a thought for the less fortunate, and just do one thing tomorrow to help someone and you will have made a difference to the whole world.
          If someone means a lot to you, let them know. Forget the games we play and say to yourself 'I'm not playing a game, I'm living my life'. If it doesn't work out, hold your head up high and know that you gave it a try and sometimes that's all you can do.

          If you don't feel spiritually uplifted and need to vent yourself, I ask that you leave torrents of abuse directed at the following targets:

          Dapper Laughs - Complete cock-end. Harasses women and calls it comedy. Panders to the growing 'Lad' society in Britain. Any female not accepting of his crass abuse are dubbed 'uptight'. Let us buy him a one-way ticket to a Swiss Clinic and be done with him.
          UKIP - racists-in-denial. It doesn't matter which country owns the land you fell out of your mother's vagina on  - in fact any 'political party' that hides behind a veneer of British patriotism while spreading fear and hatred towards anyone who isn't a white male with a British accent, essentially. We're all old enough to know better.

          If you can think of other targets for any venting abuse don't hesitate to comment below, or on my Facebook page.
          Thanks for reading. Stay safe and don't be afraid to make a difference in someone's life right now!

          Wednesday, 5 November 2014

          Slating This, That and The Other because my opinion is important.


          Let's get one thing straight away before I even say anything! This book is not fit for any child to read! It's so bloody miserable it's like the author was thinking, what's the most miserable plot I can think of for a child? Oh well the parents breaking up is pretty bad, let's start there...
          But that's not quite enough, let's get both the parents to hate each other and bitch and fight the whole time so the child feels really miserable...
          OH and let's make both the parents get together with complete knob-ends who also dont like the child!
          AND THE STEP-SIBLINGS CAN BE THE BIGGEST TWATS YOU COULD IMAGINE!
          Good now stick a colourful front cover on it and market it to young girls everywhere!




          Ok now that's out of the way (that was the warm-up rant) I'd like to move on to an easier target.

          It's name...is Tracey Beaker.

          Sweet Jesus...

          I guess there was the good side where they opened people imaginations to the idea of the helpful orphan character also being such a detestable sack of shit. I can't remember if they ever explain why her parents left her (they might be dead for all I know, the only thing that stands out is what a complete arsehole Tracey is) but anyway I think using my newfound detective powers I think it might have happened the same day she learnt how to speak and started mouthing off like a complete bitch. I bet the staff at the garage where they kept the unwanted children basically drank or cried themselves to sleep and the sweet relief of any possible time away from the spawn of satan. Literally I think she was brewed in a lab where they got some of Satan's spunk (or for those who want to use the scientific word - jism) and mixed it with the egg of a snake and garnished it in pure fucking hatefulness and then kept it in an incubater where it's heated by a bunch of goblins farting on it. Anyway that's how she came to be.

          Ok I'm feeling pretty pumped up and spitting with anger now, I'm ready to take on what I see as quite a monstrous evil in itself.

          Internet Debating. Or Internet 'Debating' as it should be called. More accurately it's just a bunch of people who are just about clever enough to slap a keyboard in the right order (or close enough) and they have their opinions - or 'facts' as they like to call them. OH! but don't they have some great opinions!

          Everyone and their mother loves to 'debate' religion online, from the religion people themselves who enjoy putting stuff like "WELL THIS JUST GOES TO SHOW, GOD IS REAL" which is the equivalent of pouring fire on a pile of raw pettiness (which represents the scrap lumber in this scenario) and offering a box of matches to a nearby pyromaniac.
          I'd like to make a bold step forward here and tell everyone, everywhere, that debating religion is utterly pointless. Because the bare fact is that nobody knows the truth behind the creation of everything and anyone who says they do is either a liar or will never be able to prove it. And those atheists who sneeringly say "WELL THAT PROVES GOD DOESN'T EXIST" are just the opposite side of the coin (the coin being a metaphor for...something clever).
          But anyway what I would say if/when I rule the world is believe whatever you want, as long as it doesn't affect anyone else. Then everyone would be happy!

          But one thing everyone who takes part in an internet debate forgets, as soon as they enter the fray, is that no-one gives a crap what they think! Because a whole lot of shouting takes place (or at least a lot of words in ANGRY CAPITOLS) but no-one has to hear whats said. In a face-to-face debate each side takes it in turns, but the internet debate is like a brawl with everyone just jostling and shouting and achieving nothing. Who has ever left an intenet debate with a feeling of 'yes i think i got my intelligent point across'. No, the only people who ever leave feeling satisfied are thinking 'hurr hurr hurr i called his mum a slag, that will show him'.

          On another note, I think there should be a new post created within the House of Commons for one or two members of the general public (who grew up and were educated in the human world, rather than the cuckoo clock most MPs were brought up in)...a cuckoo clock, why? I dont know just keep going.
          Well anyway yeah the job of these normal people would be to basically wait until one MP tried to 'burn' the opposing party. There are few things more annoying (just kidding there are many things more important but I want you all to give this song thought and get riled up)...NOTHING more annoying than when one politician makes some exceptionally lame joke at the other Party's expense and all of their own Party basically falls about laughing/applauding/going OOOOOOOO and waving their papers etc. The job of these members of the public would be to basically look unimpressed and patiently tell the offending MP that their burn wouldn't make a schoolgirl blush and everyone watching on tv just thought 'what a bellend'. Hopefully the MPs would step up their game and put some effort into their lame jibes from then on. #parliamentaryreform

          Sunday, 26 October 2014

          Something hilarious with chips - like a clown fish

          My last post left something to be desired in that I kinda wimped out of revealing much more of the 'plot' of Dog In The Mist. This was partly due to me wanting to build some suspense. You know how a tv show is best watched in separate episodes rather than just marathon-ing through (like I did with Season 4 of Walking Dead last weekend. That was still great as it's such a boss program). Another reason for not delving deeper into the adventures of the missing man - I have forgotten his name - is because I was so emotionally invested in dissing Youtubers and Lad Bible.
          While the threat of a rant about Youtube comments, politicians and the detailed stupidity of racism are all tempting, I must carry on with the story...

          Actually, I'm in charge here, and like I said they are mighty tempting to rant about...
          Yeah but you also said you MUST carry on with the story!
          Agreed but we both saw the viewing figures on the last couple of posts. Face it they're dropping lower than -
          Oh please! Do furnish us with a stupid simile involving a whore's drawers we do so love hearing it on repeat!
          Well how about you come up with something amusing for once! You always leave the funny's up to me!
          I was hired for my looks!
          Great job, still single are we?
          I prefer the term independent.
          At least we've got each other.

          Anyway. Back to the story.

          Big Daddy fired up his computer. It was an older model so he had to put a extra lump of coal in the furnace and crank the handle a few times before it stuttered to life.
          "Right, Pissingham, the main problem I have with Youtubers is the following..."

          Well here's an acceptable compromise.
          Agreed. Now everybody's happy.

          "...they seem to just be a bunch of people who, by definition, have nothing better to do than leave their stupid opinions on a video someone has put up on Youtube. Less than nobody who matters cares what these 'people' have to say. The only redeeming feature is that I will be able to look on basically any video on Youtube and find one of these lowlives.

          OK that was all written the other day. My rage against people who leave youtube comments will never go away, but it has ebbed for now.

          So back to the story (for real this time) (Seriously I'm not leaving until the next chapter is complete!)

          OK for first time readers (yeah right!) here's the plot so far, in some helpful bullet points:
          Two detectives get hired.
          They find some drugs.
          They go to Craig Charles.
          You with me so far? Then let's get on with it!

          "Mr Charles, we've found these drugs that were produced by your drugs...shop" said Big Daddy.
          "Well you've got me there. I admit that since Robot Wars fell through due to it being officially too cool for tv, I've taken to selling drugs from the toilets of this Wetherspoons".
          "Well I don't approve of that, these drugs could be very dangerous if they got in someone's eye. I must ask you to go down to the police station and ask them to arrest you".
          "You mean this is the end of my involvement in the story? I was expecting more of an entertaining scene!"
          BD frowned. "You and the readers both! However we need to be getting on with the story. Oh also can you help us along with the plot please?"
          "I dont know...will me or the House Robots appear again in this storyline?"
          "Absolutely not, but there is hope for Ye Olde Tale of Sire Killalot to be a possible spin-off?"
          "It's a deal. Go to the zoo, Big Daddy and Pissingham! Your destiny awaits!
          "What a weird change of tone, Craig Charles. But thank you!"

          They drove away from Wetherspoons and when Pissingham turned the music on in the Fiat 500 it was like entering another world. They felt like rocking out to some banging tunes by the likes of the Proclaimers

          A note from the author - Hi fans. I just like to add in bits like this because I feel like it adds a sense of realism to the story. The plot was heavily influenced by the songs "King of the Road" and "I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)" by the Proclaimers, and also the ballad "Shiver My Timbers" from the Muppets Treasure Island Theme Tune. If you pay particular attention you might notice that Pissingham's character references Proclaimers songs fairly often. Just a bit of fun for me whilst writing, hope you enjoy! ;)

          As they drove to the rough 'Carni' side of town to where the ghoulish cronies at the circus could be found, BD thought it was time for the author to explore their characters more so asked Pissingham a personal question.
          "How is your thousand mile trek training coming along, partner?" (Although he said it like 'pardner' like cowboys do. I'll have no homo-errotic fan-fiction about these two people. Not that there's anything wrong with homo-erroticism, far from it! I just wouldn't want to break Shaniqua's heart (she's BD's wife, if you read the cracking adventures of Peter Geist and the [find name of blog-post later and insert here] ) also the hearts of his two children [can't remember their names. Dont bother looking up - no time!]....
          Anyway yes I woujldn't want to break their hearts by making the two protagonists embark on some Brokeback-esque adventure. )

          "Anyway thank you for asking about my thousand mile trek adventure" said Pissingham what felt like half an hour of explanations later. "I can't do it all yet, but with a rest in the middle I'm just fine.
          "So you might say..."
          "Yes BD, I would indeed walk 500 miles. Then I would go on to walk 500 more"

          I like to end on a hilarious joke. I hope you all saw the subtle Proclaimers reference there.
          Next time on Big Daddy and Pissingham....I dont even know what thats supposed to be!

          Wednesday, 15 October 2014

          Dog in the Mist Part 3:

          I'm always searching for a new angle in these blogs, so this part of the story of Dog in the Mist should, if you want to experience it correctly, not be read as a story but performed as a fine theatre production. Do get your friends and family involved.

          LetThyWordsBeFurious© is proud to present...
          A TimeOnHisHands production...
          In association with ShouldBeDoingWork studios...

          Dog in the Mist: Part 3

          Cast:
          Big Daddy - A serious fellow. Dislikes his family. Enjoys a spot of japery.
          Pissingham - Big Daddy's partner and greatest admirer. No real character traits.
          Lord Charles - Big land owner and owner of Bevensford Manor. Also used to present Robot Wars.
          Ref-Bot - Lord Charles' long-serving and long-suffering, wise-cracking butler.
          Matilda - Popular children's novel by Rold Dahl. Also the most beautiful young lady in the area.
          Sir Killalot - A ferocious and brave knight trying to win Matilda's affections.

          Scene one: Outside Bevensford Manor
          Enter Big Daddy and Pissingham, on the back of a horse.
          Big Daddy: Woah there, Fiat500! Settle down, girl!
          Pissingham: She must smell trouble nearby.
          Big Daddy: Actually I think she's just still a little upset from the incident at the petrol station.

          Interlude

          I felt I had to halt the production of Dog in the Mist where BD and Pissingham uncover Ref-Bot's beaten metallic corpse and get caught up in a world in intrigue and misdirection where it turns out it was Lord Charles all along after he had a hallucinogenic-induced flashback to an episode of Red Dwarf where he thought Ref-Bot was the reincarnation of the Polymorph. Hilarity/Peril ensued.

          But we'll get back to that later.

          I have two complaints I'd like to expand upon.

          1) The Lad Bible. (And other Facebook-related shit)
          Where to begin? Lad-culture has been around for a long long time of course, but lately it seems to have just become synonymous with behaving like a prize jeb-end. It's joined the really irritating parade of what have been described as 'click-bait' on facebook (which I've noticed takes up more than half of my updates these days). Have you noticed this?
          "This guy's Mum will probably disown him after this"
          "26 People who instantly regretted being arrested in ironic t-shirts"
          "Do you know all the lyrics to Bohemium Rhapsody?"
          It goes on and on! All they are are ways to throw more and more advertisements in your face, none of which anyone even pays attention to!
          But yes back to Lad Bible it just grinds my gears that people would find this amusing in a non-ironic way. Any intelligent person would view it as "look how insecure and immature we can be". Most of them start with something like "You'll never guess what this Lad did!" whereas I can answer that without actually clicking the link by knowing it was probably 'gettin off with a load o' birds' or 'having a giant car' or 'getting a fucking stupid tattoo' or otherwise behaving like someone from a shit Inbetweeners Tribute Act.

          2) Loud and Jaded. (and youtubers in general)

           This is something I've only just come across. It's a Youtube channel and the presenter(s) have clearly read the Youtuber's handbook on how to present a Youtube Channel.
          Rule 1: Always have your face on screen and try to fit as many facial expressions in as humanly possible! If either of your eyebrows are still for over half a second you're a disgrace to the Youtuber community!
          Rule 2: You must always speak with an annoying question intonation! Like everything you're saying is a question? Even when it's a statement? (You're excused if you are actually asking a question).
          Rule 3: Have a really punchable face. I'm looking at you Ray William Johnson! They all try to exude a certain personality that has to be at the same time cool/funny/earnest or whatever else and I just don't buy into it. They all try to outshine one another and I dont think it ever comes across as very genuine. Fair enough they're putting on a show, but I think they just try too hard. I'm sure they're fab in RL.

          Look at me I was made by a 13 year old!
          


          Monday, 6 October 2014

          Part 2 of Dog in the Mist: in which Big Daddy and Pissingham uncover a vital clue!


          You may notice something a bit strange about this post. It suffers from having some planning put into it. So far our heroes Big Daddy and Pissingham have been sought out by the mysterious Mrs Schmoleshhhky to search for her missing Private Eye husband. The next part of the journey.....



          The next morning Pissingham picked up Big Daddy in his pink convertible Fiat 500 and they set off out of town into the surrounding countryside. It was early morning and a wintry chill still clung to the hedges either side of the lane. 
          "How did you find this lead on Schmoleshhhky's car, BD?" asked Pissingham as the roadside vegetation whizzed past.
          "When you've been in the business as long as I have, you learn how to pick up every ounce of information wherever it can be found", replied BD cryptically.
          He thought back to his questioning of Ironika the night before...

          "Where's your husband's car?"
          "Probably at the local dogging sight" sighed Mrs Schmoleshhhhky
          "Interesting..." murmured Big Daddy.

          "Why would a happily married man visit a dogging site?" queried Pissingham.
          "Either he was a automobile suspension enthusiast, or perhaps he wasn't quite so happily married as we thought" replied BD.
          They arrived at Creaky Springs nature reserve car par/dogging site and paid the valet to park the car. There was only one other car there and they wasted no time in heading over to it. It was a dark blue Ford Mondeo and it looked like it had been there all night. And a couple of other nights. Basically however long Ironika had said her husband had been missing.
          "How do we get in?" asked Pissingham as they peered in through the steamed up windows. 
          "His wife gave me these" BD replied, holding up a set of car keys with a shiny monogrammed key fob attached to a chrome key-ring. Arranging the keys and the fob between the knuckles of his right hand, he smashed in the driver's side window and unlocked the door.

          They spent five minutes combing over every inch of the interior before they resigned to the fact that the car's upholstery had knots that would just never come out. So they set about looking for clues. 
          Pissingham found a old service revolver under the passenger seat, along with a few spent shell cases. 
          "But what does that tell us?" pressed BD.
          "That he was expecting trouble? And he clearly found it. I think he was dragged from the car, otherwise why leave this beh-".
          "It tells us he was a messy guy. Irresponsible too. He's supposed to have kids, right?"
          Pissingham frowned. "The writer hasn't actually made that clear".
          "Well leaving this lying under the passenger seat, where small children are usually kept whilst driving, was terrible parenting. Thank goodness the weapon wasn't loaded, or it's small moving parts could have been very dangerous if swallowed by small children".

          The only other suspicious thing in the car was that Mr Schmoleshhhky's key was still in the ignition.
          "So he's also an idiot? Not only does he leave his key in the ignition, but he also locks it in the car as he wanders off. Plus you can tell he was dragging his heels as he walked off, it looks exactly as if he was dragged off!" declared Big Daddy in exasperation.

          As BD trudged off through the rough vegetation after the elusive trail, Pissingham popped the boot (with his 9mm). Then he pressed the release button and opened it, lifting it with a wheezing sound that was concerning coming from a man of his age.What he saw within almost blew him away. Luckily the boot-mounted onboard electric fan system was only set to the lowest setting. Goodness know what could have happened if it was on level three. The car could have taken off. A close call indeed.
          "What have you found, partner?" asked BD, zipping himself up and walking back over to the Ford.
          Pissingham carefully cut the red wire leading to the back of the electric fan. Normally he would have been sweating while deactivating such a potentially deadly device, but the fan was actually keeping him quite chilled.
          Now the immediate threat had been dealt with, he turned his attention to the three large see-through bags of cocaine sitting slap bang in the middle of the boot space.
          "Looks like three bags of coke" he said.
          BD stepped up beside him.
          "So he's also selfish? He has all this cocaine and he takes it out here to this dogging site rather than sharing it with his friends and family back home?"
          "Look, BD! On the back of the packet, here...it says 'If not completely satisfied by this product, please contact our freephone customer complaints line, or bring the product to Mr Charles at the local branch of Wetherspoons, in the 3rd cubicle in the gents toilets".
          "Good work, Pissingham!" ejaculated BD, After cleaning himself up, he continued "Have the valet bring the car around, looks like we know our next move!"
           

          Sunday, 5 October 2014

          The Bogeyman, The Werewolf and The Wardrobe.

          A forward by the author:
          Hi readers! I'm sure by now you're all used to my writing style and how it can be somewhat erratic/errotic. I like to write whatever comes to mind, as it comes! But that's not to say I don't also like to occasionally delve into the deep and dark parts of my thought when something of real substance appears on my plate in the restaurant that is my imagination. 
          My posts have wildly varying levels of popularity which in some ways just goes to show the huge variety of tastes which you all have. Some of you enjoy the lols, whereas I'm sure a lot of you read LTWBF for the heart-wrenching true stories about my bowel movements.
          For whatever reason you choose to read, I thank you for your continuing patronage of my creative work and would like to dedicate this to you all! 

          Out of all my posts, my favorites are the continuing saga of Big Daddy and Pissingham. I am forever being bombarded with fan mail asking me to create another chapter in their tale. So here it is....

          Dog In the Mist
          A Big Daddy and Pissingham Tale.

          Praise for the author-
          "So chilling, I had to go put on a cardigan and make myself a warm bevvy"
          "His writing is indescribable"
          "I can't tell if it's meant to be shit, and he's just a genius?"

           Click-click! Click-click! Click-click!
          Big Daddy beamed as the paparazzi snapped picture after picture of him and his partner-in-crime (solving) Pissingham as they solved their 100th mystery. They were arrayed before the gaggle of reporters who all were anxious to hear how he and Pissingham had solved their latest caper. There had been a string of complaints about unidentified meats being served in the burgers at local fast food joint Mack Donald's and the ingenious duo had solved it in record time.
          After linking the mystery meat with the unusual disappearances of members of staff from rival food dispensary Dodgey Dave's Filthy and Greasy Kebab Shack of Shit they came to an unwelcome, yet concrete conclusion.
          Mack Donald, the owner of Mack Donald's, was using an unlicensed time-machine to go back to the distant past and capture prehistoric giant amphibians, bring them back to his restaurant and cook them to his secret recipe! He was feeding his rival's employees to the mighty, yet beautiful beats while he marinaded them in disused bath-tubs! The detective duo's break came when Mack accidentally brought back a crocodile and it went into the burgers and a visiting Australian recognised the distinctive salty taste (from all their crocodile tears).
          Sadly, Bruce the Australian had been shortly thereafter hospitalised when he tried to fight Mack with nought but his boomerang, and as he dodged a swing from Mack's custom-built fleshlight (codenamed Big Mack) his cork-decorated hat got caught in an overhead ceiling-fan and he was unceremoniously catapulted through a window. But that's a story for another time.
          As Big Daddy and Pissingham stood at a special podium and accepted an award from none other than Big Chief Hairyback (flown in at great expense from a past blog) the photographers lined up like a firing squad and Big Daddy thought "Life doesn't get any better than this!" (He also said it, hence the speechmarks).

           Click-click! Click-click! Click-click!
          Big Daddy leaned back in the uncomfortable plastic chair and endured his son's castanet recital.
          When did life get so shit? Why was his son so untalented? About the same time as his wife became a complete bitch, he thought.
          "You're thinking out loud again, dear" Shaniqua, his wife, said from her seat next to him.
          "Sorry son!" apologised B.D. "Of course you're very talented, I was referring to your brother!"
          "He's sitting on the other side of you, darling" pointed out Shaniqua.
          Before this awkward situation was made any worse, the door to the hall was burst open. A dark figure was silhouetted against the roaring storm outside, dripping with what BD assumed was post-sex sweat - but could on reflection have been rain-water.
          A smell wafted over from the figure. A smell BD knew only too well.
          Semen.
          Also a new case to solve.

          After showering, the new client shook BD's hand.
          "My name is Ironika Schlomeshhhsky" said the woman as she pinned her dark blonde hair into place, on her head. "I need your help Mr Daddy".
          "Please, madam, Mr Daddy was my father", replied our hero, "you can all me Sir".
          It transpired that Miss Schlomeshhhsky was in dire need of help. Her beloved husband, Bill Schlomeshhhsky, had vanished whilst working, three days previously. Although he had a decent phone contract with plenty of free minutes, she hadn't heard from him since.
          "I need details, Ironika" said BD from his armchair by the fireplace. "What did your husband do"
          "Well, sir. He was a private investigator, like yourself"
          Big Daddy raised an eyebrow and intertwined his fingers, in an effort to create some tension and/or drama.
          "So you're hiring me to locate him? You know what they say about 'an eye for an eye'?"
          She frowned. "Actually that turn of phrase refers to an eye, as in eyeball. The 'I' we're referring to is the letter I, standing for investigator. So what you said may have sounded clever but it didn't really have any relevance".
          "Correct, madam. The whole world would be blind" replied BD as he stared into the flames.

          The adventure continues next time...


          The sort of Giant Amphibian served at Mack Donalds