You want my Country and now you want my money????

I had an email this evening from some charity wanting money for the floods in Pakistan. What a cheek. As if my money will help bring about more floods!
Honestly though, here's a Country with enough money to spend on Nuclear weapons and enough money to send it's president on a European jolly boys outing. Its the same with that annoying bastard Bob geldoff whinging for money, money, money. We were told that these people didn't want charity the only wanted enough money to buy piping and taps. Well for fucks sake they should have enough now to open their own B&Q stores continent wide. My message to all the do-gooders is this - If a country has enough money to fund their defence requirements then they have enough money to spend on the health requirements of their citizens. Your getting sweet FA from me!!!

Lilly Allen is up the duff.

Breaking news! The mutant mongchild Lilly Allen is having a baby. Lilly Allen from the 'I'm a shite singer but my dad is a bit famous' fame, has alledgedly rubbed up against a horney wild boar in it's enclosure at the London zoo and hey presto, lilly is up the duff. Poor old lilly has the voice of 12" bastard file rubbing the wrong way on a piece of flexible aluminium, manages to sell a few cds by telling her unwashed following that she hates the BNP. Not an original ploy but if it helps her poor unfortunate offspring to have a few nappies and the odd farleys rusk, then we are happy to oblidge.

Farewell 'Hurricane'

I was desperately dissapointed to hear those without sin casting their stones at Alex Higgins on the day of his funeral. What is it with our people? As soon as one of our famous sons/daughters of Northern Ireland dies they queue up to get on the radio and continually look at the negative side of the persons life. As Alex made his last horsedrawn journey toward his own funeral service, Radio Ulster was fielding calls from naysayers that can't see the genius Alex Higgins for what he was to the sport of snooker. Quick to highlight Alex's troubles with the demon drink, gambling and the odd punch up, these aresholes couldn't acknowledge what a lad from the back streets of Belfast had done to bring snooker to the forefront of public viewing. To hell with the lot of you, you did exactly the same thing to Geordie Best and your all a bloody disgrace.