Have you listened to Stephen Fry's latest blessay yet? It's been a long time coming, but he's finally done the next one. In it, he first of all rails at those journos, bloggers and columnists who, devoid of anything important to say, waste space by simply ranting at something. Then, after apologising, he has a really good rant himself. Anyway, do listen to it.
And so, with apologies to one of my favourite Englishmen, I'm going to just, briefly, mention the fat tit in the fat Land Rover Discovery at the Waitrose garage this afternoon who, rather than sending his fat wife in to pay for the fuel he had just put into his fat tank, spent a good five minutes, oblivious to the half-dozen or so cars waiting patiently for their turn at the pumps, carefully and slowly to wash all the lights, then the windscreen, using the complimentary wet sponge, and only after doing this did he waddle over to the shop to pay for his fuel before, finally, shifting his fat vehicle.
OK, rant over.
And so, with apologies to one of my favourite Englishmen, I'm going to just, briefly, mention the fat tit in the fat Land Rover Discovery at the Waitrose garage this afternoon who, rather than sending his fat wife in to pay for the fuel he had just put into his fat tank, spent a good five minutes, oblivious to the half-dozen or so cars waiting patiently for their turn at the pumps, carefully and slowly to wash all the lights, then the windscreen, using the complimentary wet sponge, and only after doing this did he waddle over to the shop to pay for his fuel before, finally, shifting his fat vehicle.
OK, rant over.
No comments:
Post a Comment