Absolutely Fucking Furious

The little kid that lives in our house had her ill-mannered little shit of a friend round yesterday. Ripped to the tits on Cheese Strings, Dairylea Lunchables and Coke, the fucker couldn't sit still for more than six seconds and kept dropping stuff on my head from his position on the stairs. Even bellowing at him had no effect other than surprise and curiosity because the little darling has, I suspect, never had a harsh word spoken to him in his life. His mother, a fat waste of space, allows her precious charge to do whatever he sees fit - on the condition he can be used as a teddy bear/boyfriend substitute/shoulder to cry on/loneliness filler when crying over a bottle of Chardonnay whilst listening to The Carpenters just won't fill that gaping fucking hole where a man is supposed to be.

Anyway, that annoyed me.

Later, I watched Question Time and it wasn't long before I found myself shouting at the TV when that oily heap of shit Geoff Hoon started banging on about things in Iraq not being that bad. Is this the same Iraq I see on the telly then? Because the one I keep catching on the news strikes me as a fucking nightmare. I don't know about you, but when I go to the shops I don't expect some mad fucker to start shooting at me because we're from different tribes (they still have tribes??). I don't expect, when visiting Manchester, for example, to be bundled into a car, thrown in a dungeon, then have my head sawn off with a rusty knife just because I had the brass-kneck to go there for a visit. What sort of deluded fantasyland does Geoff Hoon live in when he can describe a country that's tearing itself apart in front of our very eyes, where bombs go off on an almost hourly basis, where headless, tortured corpses are dumped in the streets daily, as 'not that bad'? God alone knows what he thinks is bad ... the very lowest level of Hades perhaps? Extraordinary.