Comments on: Complaints Backlog

By: rwzd kwxcvysp

rwzd kwxcvysp — Tue, 14 Oct 2008 07:22:49 +0000

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By: millie

millie — Fri, 10 Oct 2008 09:35:56 +0000

More from credit crunch poetry. According to P Tucker, Woking, UK, the answer to where the dosh has gone is

The bankers have filched the lot.

Seriously dirty money! Wonder if laundering would reduce the good/bad AIDS risk?

By: Blind Pew

Blind Pew — Fri, 10 Oct 2008 08:34:50 +0000

@Bit Special

You forgot *Fish Supper*.

As Steve Coogan said the other night in his latest ‘gritty but heart-warming real northern sit-com’,

entering house with several paper-wrapped packets of fish and chips “Ooooh Fish and Chips. Crackin’. Come on then, get the plates. You can keep your fancy foreign stuff, it’s fish and chips for me everytime… eating, appreciating, ‘mmm’ noises… And you can say what you like, but for my money, nobody makes good honest old fashioned fish and chips… like the chinese.”

By: Somniloquist

Somniloquist — Thu, 09 Oct 2008 23:05:56 +0000

As I start sleeping
The sleeping takes over
Of what I am sleeping
That is why I’m sleeping
As a sleeper
Who should sleep
To make sure sleeping
Gives him the courage to sleep
Whose sleeping
Encourages others to sleep
Who become sleepers
That sleep sleeping
And enjoy sleeping.

*Yawn*

By: Bit Special

Bit Special — Thu, 09 Oct 2008 20:58:30 +0000

It doesn’t matter what socio-economic grouping you’re part of, if you’re a Northerner, there’s no such meal as lunch. Breakfast, dinner and tea – for rich, middling and poor alike. End of story.

Relax, I’m just a painting by L S Lowry.

By: The Reverend Beasley

The Reverend Beasley — Thu, 09 Oct 2008 19:46:06 +0000

Except on Sundays. Sunday lunch is eaten at lunchtime, on Sunday. There may be some deviants who eat frugally at the Sabbatarian meridiem, only to feast hugely after sunset, and I’d grant you that such people (obviously one doesn’t know any) would call that meal “Sunday dinner”. But one simply doesn’t know anyone (well, anyone who is anyone) who would do such a thing. Pip pip!
Rotwatch

Ahhhhhh bless you, Rotwatch, my child. Your earthy naivetee is so touching. It has the firm smack of the solid lower-middle-middle classes. Good honest English yeomanry and all the better for it, I say.

Indeed, as you say, there may be, though I shudder to include myself, such people to whom ‘Sunday lunch’, (such a charming colloquialism), is indeed the highlight of our Lord’s day of rest, and far be it from me to wish to limit such ancient, bucolic, rural practices, but I simply believe that if one does not know anyone who dines after evensong, then one must be forced to draw certain inevitable conclusions about whom one knows. Now I must dash, the verger seems to be having far more trouble than one would think possible in assisting the choirboys with their cassocks. He always seems to take an absolute eon. If you’ll excuse me…

By: Bit Special

Bit Special — Thu, 09 Oct 2008 18:10:15 +0000

Blind Pew – when that moaning git Simon Armitage gives up his post as Poet Laureate in the near future, I think you’d be a shoo-in as his successor. I not only greatly enjoyed the poem (don’t fret about the typo), but also admired your shameless disregard for doing ‘real work’ in favour of spending far too long on here. Or are you one of those dole-scrounging chav bastards my dear chum Tony Poland goes on about and you have no job? For shame!

By: Bo

Bo — Thu, 09 Oct 2008 16:23:56 +0000

writers
That write writing

Classic! Thanks Bekele Woyecha.

Also Mr Cat, the poster that posted that posting.

By: Edna St. Vincent Millie

Edna St. Vincent Millie — Thu, 09 Oct 2008 16:21:16 +0000

CREDIT EBB

I know what my heart is like
  Since the money flow died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little pool
  Left there by the tide,
  A little tepid pool,
Drying inward from the edge.

By: Peedo Stalker Sam

Peedo Stalker Sam — Thu, 09 Oct 2008 16:16:29 +0000

I would like to know
Why are all these twunts so shit
At writing haiku?