Then the cunty bit began. Eyeing the Observer Music Mag (you see, I am a good liberal with a small l really after last week's dalliance with the Murdoch machine) I was delighted to see Keith Richards on the cover. But then, disaster. Stood next to him? Russell Cunting Brand. I'm sorry, I like a joke with the best of them, but what is *that* all about. He's somehow wangled himself a gig interviewing The Walking Laboratory and he doesn't even *like* music. He'd rather have been meeting Peter Cook, apparently*. I mean - what's going on? Is he Jo Brand's son, or something? He's certainly got the hair...
So that was cunty. And then I spent the rest of the afternoon setting up my hi-fi gear in the spare bedroom/office when I'd hoped to do another podcast. That was OK too, I suppose - it needed to be done - and I managed to get online eventually and leave firm rebuttals to all the prurient gossips on The Spinster's blog trying to fix us up together**. But then I kicked over my virtually full glass of Beck's and ruined the carpet - cleaning it up (in between bouts of shouting *CUNT*, *SHITTY CUNTING FUCKER* etc. Our poor bloody neighbours...) while S. sat at her Nice New Table getting increasingly irate. I ate my cold lasagne while she sat there with an empty plate, glowering. Then I fell asleep during Father Ted. Silly Cunt.
So, all in all, a nice conventional Middle Class Sunday really...
*You'll have to dig him up first, Russ.
**I told them I loved her - but that our love could never be. Well, what with my cockrot and her hairy hands....
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