Day16: Pussy Footballers

I know it's an easy and topical target but these cheating bastards are spoiling the beautiful game, it's not football it's cheatball. 

The cheats who go down as if they've been shot in order to try and get an opponent sent off. Where's the sportmanship in that? Imagine going down that easy in a pub in Rhyl.!! No ref to protect you there you fucking ponce...

When will something be done about this?

A one match ban? Pants pulled down in public? Made to wear a ballerina skirt and pop socks? 

Can we not kneecap those guilty?

And while we're at it let's stop all substitutions on 85 minutes...

Day15: Motorway Services

Did you know that when Motorway Services first began springing up in the 1960s, they were considered a place to take your loved one for a romantic meal..!!

How things have changed... 

Now they are RIP OFF cattle markets where EVERYTHING IS AT LEAST 50% MORE EXPENSIVE THAN ANYWHERE IN THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD...!!!!

You are the captive audience, you've driven for hours, you're tired, the kids are hungry - you stop at Knutsford Services, and the faceless fuckers empty your purse, steal your wallet and rip the shirt off your back.

In future plan your journey - living is expensive anyway without being blatantly ripped off by these cunts - fill up before leaving, make snacks, bring plenty of drinks and by all means use the services facilities that are free, like the rest area. And if you have to pay to use the toilet make sure you break something while you're in there.... 

Bastards...

Marchlyn Mawr

Last week we did Marchlyn Bach - This week we did Marchlyn Mawr - a good, not too taxing walk - takes about 3 hours..
Built to feed the Dinorwic Power Station, the lake itself lies in between two mountains Carnedd y Fillast and Elidir Fawr and lies at a height of 636m above sea level and the reservoir took four years to build (from 1975-1979).
From the reservoir, a 34 ft diameter tunnel runs for a mile to a 33ft diameter vertical shaft. From the bottom of the shaft, a 31ft diameter tunnel leads to the power station, 670 metres away.

Day14: Chocolate Bar Rip Off

Cadbury, Nestle etc YOU'RE ALL RIP OFF MERCHANTS... 

Your confectionery has shrunk so much that you can't even fit the name on the wrapper anymore!

Never heard of a Cadbury Twir before or a Snicke bar, or a Boos - you twats.

Funny how the price has gone up though eh...? Tossers...

Day13: Superstitions

Thought I'd use the thirteenth day to raise the touch(wood)y subject of superstition...

Please, someone explain how breaking a mirror is gonna give me seven years bad luck when my whole life has been nothing but bad luck?

How is seeing two magpies gonna give me joy...

On my thirteenth birthday, I was given some lucky heather and a rabbit's foot, it was a Friday, I walked under a ladder and a mirror smashed over my head, as I lay on the floor a black cat scratched my face and a magpie shat on me.

Piss off...

Day12: Dr Alexander

I heard my Doctor was buried the other day. He was not much older than me and a really nice, genuine guy.

When I say my Doctor, or GP if you like, I'd not seen him for 15 years - you see, he was so good that none of his patients were ever ill!!

Dr Alexander wasn't your usual 'Oh it's a virus' type quack, who'd fob you off with some placebo. No, he'd sit, he'd listen and if he could do something to help you he would.

He instigated my first course of tattoo removal on the NHS, we swapped tales of festivals and swapped punk rock music. He diagnosed my  2-year old daughter's ongoing 'cough' as an ear problem, which an operation resolved. He also cut off my ex's ears!! :)

So when I received a text to say he had died, it stopped me in my tracks... Gutted.. 

Today really is a shit day...

Day11: The Jeremy Kyle Show

It's not so much The Jeremy Kyle Show I can't stand, (although it does influence the simple minded, brain dead portion of our population), it's the underclass of human being that has been exposed in this country. 

The type with neck tattoos, trackies, rotten teeth, addictions, benefits, jail terms...

The type of person who would not think twice about robbing your gran.

All borne out of our modern day society, and taking full advantage of it at the expense of others.. And I don't mean the tax payer, I mean the people's lives they make a misery, like their neighbours, their classmates (if they actually go to school), the cars and homes they rob...

Basically the type that shouldn't breed... Wankers.

Day10: Celebrity Wannabes

Big Brother, TOWIE, BGT, The Apprentice, OK magazine, Tabloids... etc etc...

There's only one thing to do with publicity (at any cost) seeking fuckwits....

Shoot them in the face.

Day9: Paul Whitehouse Aviva

Paul Whitehouse was a bit of a hero to me. He was the brains behind Harry Enfield's rise to stardom, and I loved every second of The Fast Show...

Now I know we all have bills to pay and I don't begrudge anyone working for a living, but there is something CRINGEWORTHINGLY SHIT about Whitehouse in those bollockingly crap Aviva Insurance adverts...

Actually, EVERY fucking insurance ad is bollockingly crap, but we'll save that for another day...

Day8: Rik Mayall

With so many vile individuals in the world, it always seems the good guys get taken from us...

Today really is a shit day...

Day7: Cyber Cats

I'm gonna invent an App that can filter out Cats from social media...

If I wanted to look at a cat sleeping, eating, playing or shitting I'd sign up to pussyporn.com - I don't need to know that your fucking cat is stalking a poor innocent bird in the garden... IT'S A CAT... THAT'S WHAT THEY DO..!!!

Ever wondered what that odd smell from behind the telly is? That's cat piss. That's because your cat HATES YOU REALLY, you're just a convenience.

Just remember, if it was any bigger it would eat you regardless of how many cute pictures you plastered the internet with it.

Mee-fucking-ow...

Day6: Supermarket Self Checkouts

Please take the item out of the bag and wait for assistance... 

FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF

Day5: Facebook Attention Seekers

Hey! We all like attention and I use Facebook as a platform to spam (ha!) you my link2wales website - all in the name of music...

Why do people post 'I've had enough of this..!' on facebook in order to get a deluge of 'U ok hun xxx?' replies..?
Well, for attention of course...

And of course the other cringe-worthy cases are where you watch someone's relationship break down before your very eyes, word for word, blow by blow... 

There's a place for dirty washing and it ain't in public...

Have a little bit of dignity FFS!!

I've had enough of this...!!

And yes I'm fine... Now fuck off..!

Day4: Spam

I just don't get it... Are there still numbskull morons who actually click on a link from an unsolicited email promising them a 12" dick, a mountain of viagra and 30 squillion quid in their bank accounts? And if there isn't, then why the fuck are these pieces of crap spams still sent in their droves?

What's even worse are the fake accounts that try to infiltrate Facebook groups to sell you Ray Ban Sunglasses (who in the UK ever sees sunshine??).

I've got a nifty spam blocker for my own link2wales website, without it, the site wouldn't exist, as in three years it's been hit nearly 350,000 times with shit comments like this, 'I really appreciate this post. I’ve been looking all over for this! Thank goodness I found it on Bing. You have made my day! Thx again' and a link to some oral fucking jelly or something stupid like that. Thankfully, the blocker keeps it all out.

I would love to meet a spammer, just 15 minutes of me and them in a locked room would suffice... (prick)

Day3: Tribute Acts

Sometimes I think I hate tribute acts more than life itself... 

The world has become a sorry place where the cocks and the tarts who wouldn't even know what a 'local' band was, will happily pay £20 to WATCH A FUCKING LIMP DICKED BUNCH OF CUNTS pretending to be their heroes on stage... And what's worse... Getting paid for doing it..!

There are a couple who do it as it should be done, such as Gabba Abba Hey, who are an Abba tribute act playing the songs in a Ramones style.. Now that's neat. And I know some who go out as a tribute act to fund their real band, which is sad, but true...

But nobbers like Noasis, King Ov Leon, Black Market Clash, Sex Pistols Experience, Machine Gun Etiquette take the place of real bands, who play real and original music (wankers).
It's a sorry state of affairs that the only way venues, promoters and bars can survive is to put on such crap to pull in the arseholes willing to pay to see it. Fuck Off..!!!!

Day 2: Supermarket Bastards

Supermarkets are the scourge of the small entrepreneur. I despise them with a passion... Big corporate bastards sucking the life and soul out of EVERY town in the country.

Most High Streets are now paved with Tanning Salons, Nail Salons, Hairdressers, Dentists, Kebab Houses, Tattoo Artists and boarded up shops.

Nearly every bakery, fishmonger, butcher, fruit 'n' veg shop has been forced out of business by the huge corporate bullies that are supermarkets.
And mark my words.. It won't be long before you can get your nails done in Tesco, have a dental check-up in Asda, get your car MOT'd in Sainsburys and a fucking tattoo in Morrisons...

I visit supermarkets very often to pick up their Reduced items. Tonight I picked up tea, lunch and dinner for a whopping total of 60p, as for buying anything else they make it so hard... Where can I buy fish without using a boat?

Here's a point though... Tesco's 'reduced nearly out of date' fruit and veg is still more expensive than Lidl and Aldi's very fresh and in-date produce. (bastards).

'Saving you money every day' - piss off...

'Every little helps' - go and fuck yourselves...

DAY 1: I Hate Anyone Who Drives A Toyota Yaris... Wankers

I've seen so many people attempt #100HappyDays and to many extents it has proved to be good for their souls - or they're kidding themselves.

So I thought I'd try and vent my spleen with a HUNDRED DAYS OF SHIT...

For DAY 1: I hate anyone who drives a Toyota Yaris... Wankers

I only use the Yaris as I was behind some fossilised shit driving one today through Colwyn Bay at FIFTEEN MILES AN HOUR, who proceeded to brake at every corner...

Without getting all Jeremy Clarkson on you, and I know it's stereotypical, but you can quite often guess who's behind the wheel by the car they drive.
Eg; Nissan Note - the name says it all... I mean, a Nissan Note... What wanker buys a car called a Nissan Note? A Roundabout Wanker, that's who...

#100ShitDays