Fishing in the Rivers of Life

Tag: Satire

  • Who Rained on Donald’s Parade?

    The Pleasure of Company While I make no secret of my disdain for X, today it has been a source of unbridled pleasure, with bonus points as I see my thoughts are not rattling around all alone. OK, I know what that says about great minds, and the full quote puts it into perspective. However,…

  • Definitely Maybe Not Worth It

    The Clatter of Capitalism There is nothing like the shrill clatter of the hooves of hypocrisy across the cobbles of capitalism to set one’s teeth on edge. Like the squeal of chalk across the blackboard it discombobulates in a most uncomfortable way. So just what is it that has me clenching my jaw, and wishing…

  • Plane Stupid or Stupid Plane?

    No Such Thing as a Free Plane There’s an old adage that states, “there’s no such thing as a free lunch,” and while that may remain true, perhaps it’s time to update the world-worn saying to: “there’s no such thing as a free plane.” Let me put it another way. It’s always been a dream…

  • Nigel and the Milkshake of Destiny

    A Screech at the Radio Christ alone knows what the neighbours are thinking. For about the tenth time, I scream at the radio. The venom and the message are the same: “You don’t speak for me, you fucking moron.” It’s not nuanced, not balanced, but that’s what you get from Nigel Farage. Well, not him…

  • Jam Tomorrow?

    Perhaps it’s time,That we all threwour toysfrom this globalPram. Humanity shoutingIn righteous indignation,Just where the hellIs my jam? Jam tomorrow,Jam yesterday,But never jam today. The time has come,I have to say,We passed the pot. From those who haveto those who have not,Before we eat the fucking lot. They string you along,And tell you lies,Perhaps evenSympathise.…

  • Tourism: The Self-Destructive Voyage of Modern Narcissism

    Tourism is not the harmless middle-class pastime we’ve all been brainwashed into believing, thanks to a never-ending diet of slick, over-produced adverts that invade our personal space like an irritating passenger reading your newspaper. In fact, it is time to amend the dictionary: tourism noun /ˈtʊə.rɪ.zəm/Definition: The desecration, defilement and casual ruin of a destination…

  • To Infinity And Beyond

    Aboard the Charabanc of Righteous Rage I’m not one for jumping on bandwagons, but given the circumstances, I’ll gladly leap aboard this charabanc, drop my trousers and metaphorically moon and shout at the bemused pedestrians like a drunken compositor on a works outing. The Treacle Sponge Incident It’s a feeling that’s been building steam like…

  • Chick’n Chips

    Chick’n Chips from myfavorite Sarf London store —you know the one,bullet holes in the door.Customers scream,and they shout —heaven knowswhat they’re on about. Consumers eclectic,including me,ponderingwhat to havefor their tea. Chicken thighs?Dodgy pies?Maybe even,Curly fries? Standing there, contemplating,I wonder how longI’ll be waiting. Spicy wings?Onion rings?Napkin rings?You must be joking. Delivery riders —they seldom smile.Perhapsthey’ve…

  • On The Way Home

    On the way home,Not that anyone cares,I’m just gladIf nobody stares. Who knows whatMacabre vicesThey all watch onMobile devices, Staring at phonesLike spaced-out monkeys —They’re allSocial media junkies. The devil’s work,As I’ve frequently said —I guess we’ll find outWhen we are dead. And when you arriveIn that celestial dock,You find it is for somethingYou posted…

  • waiting for a train

    With apologies to Monty Python When you’re chewing on life’s gristle Don’t grumble, give a whistle And this’ll help things turn out for the best… And… Here is a poem what I wrote, I think you’ll find, It goes for the throat. If you don’t like it, I don’t really mind — It’s about Life’s…

  • What a Load of Bullocks

    Hollywood Meets the Countryside Did you know that Quentin Tarantino and James Cameron are bringing Kenneth Grahame’s wonderful, if a bit naïve and idyllic, allegory of the class system in Edwardian Britain up-to-date with a ‘bang’? A Dark Twist on a Classic In Grahame’s The Wind in the Willows, one of the main characters –…

  • Quiche is no Coronation dish – a corgi could have chosen better

    A Feast of the Imagination Oops, I’ve let my imagination get the better of me. Deep in my subconscious mind, I’m desperately ravaging a Beef Wellington; my ever-sweet tooth eager to tuck into the final course of an imaginary feast and scoff the non-existent Peach Melba that doesn’t await me. Already, I’m regretting the invented…

  • The Madness of King Trump

    By the time this is online, I will have no idea what latest nonsense has spilled from the lips of Donald Trump. All I do know is that it will be sheer and utter tripe—bilge water of the highest degree. Yet it will be deadly, such is his destructive stream of consciousness. Mad as a……