I’ve been away from the internet for a couple of days and
its took me a while to catch on things.
Its all been kicking off-
I cant leave you lot alone for one minute and it makes my
blood boil.
This is my 100th post on here and i wanted to make it a
brilliant one. Something to look back on with pride and joy and that could be
shared across the globe and make me famous and rich and desirable.
But no. YOU lot had other ideas and had to all act like little
kids, meaning I’ve got to roll up my sleeves and sort you out again.
LISTEN UP THE INTERENT, YOU ARE IN BIG BOTHER!!!
It appears that Frankie Boyle has got a new book out.
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| Naughty Boy |
Do you remember him?
He was that Scottish guy who shot to fame as the “no holes
bared – he didn’t just say that did he” comedian from mock the week. Who mainly
got laughs because he would spout the kind of humourless wit that other comedians
thought was not suitable for a TV audience.
After a few series of this idiots guide to the news, Boyle
left to perform his angry style of comedy to live audiences, who I imagine are
the sort who couldn’t get tickets for Roy Chubby brown another comic who take
delight in seeing people laugh at his puerile jokes.
Don’t get me wrong. I like a sick joke. If its told well and
at the right time, a clever witty joke about certain news events can bring a
wry smile and even a chuckle, but to make a career from spitting on the grave
of a dead person or pointing out the differences of a disabled person just isn’t
funny after about... oh say 1 minute.
Boyle and his like are one trick pony. They nothing else to
say but “that guys a dick.” Or “she’s a slag isn’t she” and wait for the empty
headed crowds to clap furiously like starving seals on parade.
But then we move on to the main event in which I witnessed the spiralling lines of Ricky Gervais ans and Richard Herring Fans over on Twitter. These two, who due to the kind of material they like to perform in their acts means they really should know better than to react - have been named amongst others in an
argument over the use of the word mong.
Electronic broadbanded fingers have been pointed and
accusations thrust onto the webpages of twitter and the like and I for one
found it incredibly boring. I couldn't care less who is right and who is wrong. but the fact that I have spent 15 minutes of my very important life reviewing this gibberish is the reason I'M kicking off!
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| Stop Sulking Herring! |
Beyond the rights of someone to use whatever word they use,
be it mong or spaz or black or gay or any of the other 17 words that SOME
people MAY find offensive or hurtful. Using any word as a slur CAN be effective
if used in the right mode. When meant with venom or used to cause actual hurt,
then the excuse of comedy goes straight of the window and we enter the world
bullying and harassment.
Free speech is cried by one part and abuse by the other.
Somewhere off to the side is me. I shrug my shoulders and
wait for it all to blow over.
But this silly little tit for tat, which has been fuelled by
a number of “followers” makes twitter sound like a cult doesn’t it?
There really is no simple answer other than for all involved
to act like adults. Adults who respect each other no to use childish puerile
name calling and try to use bigger grown up words and for those others to by
more adult and simply ignore those that would name call in the first place.
It all comes down to the fact there are fame hungry
individuals out there who rather than try and evoke some kind of natural humour
or show off a talent will resort to the lowest form of attention seeking and
randomly attack until someone shouts
that they are wrong. But by then it’s too late. They are in the lime light and
are receiving the and attention they crave.
On a final note. I enjoy the works of Richard Herring.
I have also been known to watch the works of Ricky Gervais.
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| Dissapointed, but i expect nothing less from you Gervais. |
To my knowledge neither of them is aware of my work. Typical!
In conclusion, in typical British style this debate has
fizzled out like a damp squib. If this were the Middle East or America or any
other country with passion or a back bone there would debates in parliament and
effigies burnt in every village and town across the land. Protest marches would
spark up like wide fire and the whole bloody place would come to crawling stop
until these two kissed and made up.
But it didn’t, it hasn’t and probably won’t. Because x-factor
is still on and the apprentice is back next week.
Fickle. That’s what you lot are. Fickle.
Plus they’ll each get a 10 minute set or stand up defending
themselves about it. So it was probably all a set up anyway.
So thanks a lot Ricky and Richard, for ruining my 100th Blog entry. I hope you are satisfied.
So thanks a lot Ricky and Richard, for ruining my 100th Blog entry. I hope you are satisfied.
NOW GO TO YOUR ROOM AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU HAVE DONE.