Comments on: Just to Be Unbalanced

By: The Kernel

The Kernel — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 14:05:08 +0000

Having assayed his “prose” using Amazon’s handy “look-inside” feature, I’m convinced that Cuger is actually Garth Merengi.

Only funnier, because Cuger obviously believes his confused scribbings are literically credible. The confused Shitty Copyu’s Perineum.

By: I can't be black, my best friends are racist

I can't be black, my best friends are racist — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 20:21:47 +0000

And I think the ‘no english, no job’ stance is understnadable when your only editorial process is spellcheck

By: I can't be black, my best friends are racist

I can't be black, my best friends are racist — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 19:58:55 +0000

Christ, what an unrelenting shitbin this guy is. Go to Amazon and have a look inside one of his books. I’ve never read such unbridled shite in my entire life. At first I though his disjointed, broken narative was an attempt to emulate Joseph Heller. Then I realised he’s probably never even read a book.
PLOT SPOILER: A thing happens, followed by another thing, a nurse talks to a surgeon who realises stuff has happened and then the patient is an automaton.

I too have a chilling view of a distopian future in which any twatpiece with a laptop can have a book published.

I don’t care if the guy’s 53, 85, retired or unemployed. To me he will always be just a git.

And another thing, how the fuck do I pronounce ‘Cuger’? It’s not even a word. And Bruce Grant lends itself so nicely to other anagrams which I’m too polite to write. Although Cunt Barger is one.

By: alt-f4

alt-f4 — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 11:43:49 +0000

That’s going to have my head spinning for days. Imagine… a binman, cos you were naughty at school.

The first job I ever offered to somebody else paid a salary of £78,000 per annum. The successful candidate was a former-binman. Binlady to be strictly accurate, who had worked her way through college by humping bins (as opposed to the more traditional lady’s method of humping lecturers….coat’s on no worries…)

Moral of this story is that people who collect bins for a living are just as worthy and have just as much potential as any other cunt. The difference between them and Cugar, is that they actually are prepared to do shitty jobs to get ahead as opposed to pretending on the internet.

By: ligne

ligne — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 17:32:45 +0000

i read that as a heart-rending autobiographical piece, on a par with “i know why the caged bird sings”.

i’m strong enough to admit that it made *me* cry.

By: Marx & Sparx

Marx & Sparx — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 15:24:51 +0000

So is Cuger Brant on the new BNP membership list?

By: Edwin

Edwin — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 11:45:25 +0000

Whatever happened to the binman? Did he have binman sex with a discarded mannequin (bottom half) and spawn a literary genius?

Or that cunt Bruce.

By: Rock Snob

Rock Snob — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 09:17:14 +0000

Can’t believe you didn’t put a spoiler warning on that, I only bought the book this morning…

By: funny peculiar

funny peculiar — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 08:28:55 +0000

reflecting in a reflective waistcoat

Is that the same context as ’smoking in a smoking jacket’? Do councils issue refuse collectors with plush waistcoats condusive to philosophical musing?… The mild conundrums posed while removing the unwanted detritus of modern society… we throw everything on the cart, except dead people, they go to a special rubbish tip in a special cart. Hey… these jackets are good.

By: millie

millie — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 07:36:22 +0000

OK so the plot’s not great, but his use of language is sublime:

reflecting in a reflective waistcoat

He thought of his life, thinking with a sigh…

I’d say more James Joyce than Iain (M) Banks.