A phone call to my personal mobile phone this morning confirmed what we'd all expected; Jellyfish has the sh*ts and has rang in sick for the day for fear of cacking himself on the way to work.
'I'm not coming in today, I've got the sh*ts and I've had stomach cramp all weekend, I don't know what it is.'
I wonder if his overly digestive juices have been triggered by the recent Merseyside derby result? Maybe it was too many sugar encrusted objects for pudding, who knows. All I do know is that I was right from the start; Plop in Slippers really is full of sh*t.
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Monday, 30 November 2009
Wednesday, 25 November 2009
Dogmatic Tedium
Edward Woodward, star of the critically acclaimed 'The Wicker Man', died recently. To pay homage to the man Mark Kermode (a huge supporter of the the film The Wicker Man) posted a video blog detailing his thoughts of and brief experiences with Woodward during their collaboration on a BBC documentary about, you guessed it, The Wicker Man. Needless to say Woodward received a warm remembrance from Kermode as he spoke of his impression of Woodward when they met. Kermode discussed Woodward's account of the filming of TWM (notoriously famed for it's back-stabbing and squabbling during production) and spoke of his acting performance within the film and in general. Then 'it' piped up.
As Kermode began to talk positively about the film, the mighty Sugarsphere began bombastically blabbing, as if provoked by some unknown fascist force, and dismissed the film as 'sh*t', referred to it as 'the emperor's new clothes' and then stated that 'it has no redeeming features'. Tough talk for one so soft and jelly-like.
I paused the video blog as the hatred flowed out of his frothing mouth as it couldn't be heard amid all the venomous spitting, slurping and gargling. Eventually the Sugarbeest's verbal assault withered into just gurgles and bad breath. It then exhaustedly gulped some air, sat back, had a 'snack' and settled back down into it's sugary slumber. As the air returned to a pleasant stillness I decided to press play again in the vain hope of actually hearing what Kermode had to say. I got 40 seconds into the recorded transmission before I had to press pause again.
Now, I think everybody's entitled to an opinion, and considering this is a democratic country in which freedom of speech is a given right, I attempted (whilst I had the chance) to voice my support for the film which I enjoyed very much. I commented on the high quality script, the acting performances, originality of the story and the clever direction as a counter argument to Jellyjitters previous comments.
Unfortunately, before I could complete my wonderful defensive argument; I was bellowed down by the spittingsphere and was told to 'have your own opinions instead of following everybody else'. Perturbed and agitated, I took a deep breath and readied myself to continue with the remainder of my argument... but it was too late. True to it's beastly nature, Sugarplump sweepingly dismissed everything I had said and was about to say and began another tirade of tyrannical jibberish. I pressed pause again an opened my umbrella.
It appears that unless you agree with Sugarbulb you automatically don't think for yourself and yet if you agree with Treacledrip you do. What a strange reality he lives in.
As Kermode began to talk positively about the film, the mighty Sugarsphere began bombastically blabbing, as if provoked by some unknown fascist force, and dismissed the film as 'sh*t', referred to it as 'the emperor's new clothes' and then stated that 'it has no redeeming features'. Tough talk for one so soft and jelly-like.
I paused the video blog as the hatred flowed out of his frothing mouth as it couldn't be heard amid all the venomous spitting, slurping and gargling. Eventually the Sugarbeest's verbal assault withered into just gurgles and bad breath. It then exhaustedly gulped some air, sat back, had a 'snack' and settled back down into it's sugary slumber. As the air returned to a pleasant stillness I decided to press play again in the vain hope of actually hearing what Kermode had to say. I got 40 seconds into the recorded transmission before I had to press pause again.
Now, I think everybody's entitled to an opinion, and considering this is a democratic country in which freedom of speech is a given right, I attempted (whilst I had the chance) to voice my support for the film which I enjoyed very much. I commented on the high quality script, the acting performances, originality of the story and the clever direction as a counter argument to Jellyjitters previous comments.
Unfortunately, before I could complete my wonderful defensive argument; I was bellowed down by the spittingsphere and was told to 'have your own opinions instead of following everybody else'. Perturbed and agitated, I took a deep breath and readied myself to continue with the remainder of my argument... but it was too late. True to it's beastly nature, Sugarplump sweepingly dismissed everything I had said and was about to say and began another tirade of tyrannical jibberish. I pressed pause again an opened my umbrella.
It appears that unless you agree with Sugarbulb you automatically don't think for yourself and yet if you agree with Treacledrip you do. What a strange reality he lives in.
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