I think I saw this movie, but I can’t remember if it was Chuck Norris or Jean-Claude Van Damme who uttered that line.

Well, I’ve just spent five years at a single-sex school and this looks very much like it. Of course, there we called eachother “feebly bourgeoise neoliberals” rather than “cunts”.

What do we want to do, debate politics, culture and all that pertains to it or run around calling eachother cunts? ‘Will’ only seems to be looking for attention anyway.

Bemusedly,

Ben

* http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=iO2E_zBSKsU

Have you been snorting Will’s crack? And I mean that in both senses of the phrase.

Does your hatred of Will go that deep? Let it go man, he’s not worth it.

Why don’t you ask the crack-addict that question? Unfortunately for him, once I get on a mission I can’t seem to let go that easily.

I hear he’s a web designer. It gets more and more interesting…

Wait till the Tuesday post goes up. A trip down memory lane about the late, great “Good-Arse” Higgins and the importance of political farting!

Spelling Crewe ‘Crew’ was my favourite.

Just had a brief look at your blog. You and Will deserve each other.

“And he confused “your” with “you’re” which is the sort of thing that an alky might do if he has his mind on the next bottle.”

Like confusing ‘sort’ and ‘sought’ I suppose.

So why did you put that word in with two of mine? Reading comprehension a bit of a problem? Never mind.

We might want to drop the notion that Sunny is some kind of mate of mine as well. Given that I know nothing about the man that idea strikes me as the last desperate throw of someone who wants to defend a useless lush and the rent boy that he has fallen out with.

Clear?

classy guy.

Interesting the way in which these creatures never, but never, leave a screen name which leads me to think that it is one person whose name is Will, or legion… Or maybe Frances, still so very upset at his loss.

Anybody know anything about MRC Medical Research Centre by the way? A visitor followed a link from here to The Exile at about 4.30BST. Twenty minutes before young Stevo did his cut and paste job.

Sunny, I have no idea if this is little Willy, but I offer it up anyway. The law of averages dictates that there can’t be all that many webmongs around. And he confused “your” with “you’re” which is the sort of thing that an alky might do if he has his mind on the next bottle.

What bullshit is this?

Everyone from Max Mosley to George Galloway should be able to recognize a washed out wreck when they see one. Agreeing that a cunt is a cunt hardly constitutes two people being “allies”.

Lovely people your chumming up with Sunny.

Exile again:

“It’s also not the point that back in early spring of this year I was glugging beer with some old friends in London and the conversation turned to matters horizontal. To be fair it almost always does when I am around as I just have that effect on people. Anyway, one of my drinking companions leaned forward and told us all about a “front bench Tory” who was engaged in a leg-over situation with “some darkie” . . . All that aside, I don’t rate the Dave and Shami tale all that highly on the veracity scale. It may be just me, but when so much easy tottie is being laid on what senior figure in his right mind would waste time on this overweight female? Besides, her tits look scrawny to me. You could sought of imagine her getting fucked, I suppose, but then fucked off immediately afterwards. Sorry, but I don’t buy the hearts and flowers angle.”

Classy allies you’ve got.