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BoFdate 29th June 2008
The BoF has long wondered what it would take to bring about
a revolution in England. Not one of those storm the Palace and drown
the King in a barrel of his own urine types, though. More a revolution of thought and behaviour in
the mind of the population as they inch towards a retail park on a Saturday
afternoon. A collective awakening that
suddenly cries ‘what the feck am I doing?
I don’t need an Anthony Worrell Thompson deluxe egg whisk and stainless
steel spatula set’. A revolution that
decides to finally guillotine those with stupid hair, range rovers or people
who use the words equity, property and market in the same insufferably smug
sentence. read more
BoFdate 24th June 2008
Before we start today’s righteous ramblings, we at the BoF
must offer something of an apology to our loyal readers. BoF lovers everywhere
have no doubt been feeling a little short changed as of late, given the slowing
of the pace here at The Bat O’ Fury. All we can offer by way of an explanation
is to quote Plato and say that: “The winds of change are not those that can be easily
cured by Gaviscon. Indeed, if symptoms persist, consult your local leech monger” Normal,
regular ranting will hopefully continue from this point on – we thank you for
your patience. Those who have had their patience tested can go and take a
running jump. Whilst aflame. Into a vat of camel piss. read more
BoFdate 13th June 2008
Great moments of making a stand are in short supply these
days. Principle, honour, dignity – old
fashioned. You can’t open a branch of
Costa Coffee in a principle. Gone are
the days of bravely gunning down Zulus. Or opposing the brave gunning down of
Zulus. Perhaps it is our cynical, media
saturated age where every action and statement is deconstructed to death,
rendering any attempt at honourable action immediately suspect. Or alternatively is it the pretence of
principle enacted by people who proclaim “I only know what I believe” when what
they apparently believe is bollocks? read more
BoFdate 1st June 2008
Where do you draw the line on representations of public
nudity? The human body is a beautiful
thing says the naturist, ironically displaying a physique that resembles a
gelatinous boulder with a pair of gonads grafted on the underside rather than
Grecian sculpture. “Your nipples are an
abomination!” bellows the retired major to the breastfeeding woman, before
privately squeezing his geriatric thighs together at the thought of a rude
letter in the Mail on Sunday problem page. read more
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