Dr Alice Roberts as the new Frankinstein, flirts with ideas: swan lungs, bird legs, frog skin, mobile ears, octopus eyes, marsupial pouch, ape spine. Chilling improvements to human design. Advertisements
Found Poem: from Pg 35 “Unto this Last” – John Ruskin ,, bribes impetuous decisions our respect justice science subjects to experiment upon give poison in the mask of ,, After Ruskin ,, We are not citizens. We are subjects to experiment upon. .. And this is not science. It’s politics. .. It gives poison […]
Such emo-sentiments are hollow, I find, boast, public outcries of the Face book kind. .. I feel it’s like some bargain with the devil a thing so vain it rivals our survival. .. Sign the petition. Share. Follow the daily mail. Powerlessness assuaged, you can sleep well. .. The sting is Armageddon if you fail. […]
Jeremy Hunt is a total affront. Only Tory tax rats save 100k on multiple flats. .. .. Jeremy Hunt leaves the chamber before the question can be put, incompetent, inept, no policy to defend. Learning Disabilities? Out of his depth in the shallow end.
You have your ballot card with you I see. Maybe you killed someone to get that though. Do you have proof of your identity? A valid drivers licence? Expired… I see. Passport? You never go on holiday? Can’t afford to. Ah. Pity. Birth certificate? You should apply for a copy. Are you in full employment? […]
Theresa May-be/May-be not changed my mind cos I got caught ‘s moral superiority suddenly found a money tree! Queen Elizabeth dispassionately examining her crown, flicked at a huge, dulling pearl, with a frown. Pearls should be worn. They need keeping warm, she said. I’m afraid, she hung her head, this poor pearl is dead. .. .. […]
Where are you getting the dosh theresa? Did you find the magic money trees eh? Rooted there in the hall of distortions nurtured in your fake austerity, transmitting lies and international contortions that spread the toxins of your dynasty. .. Where are you getting the cash theresa? Did you find some hidden stash theresa; one […]
It’s obvious to any child of four. It’s not as if the Sun would really care… Just put the clocks all forward half an hour instead of moving always back and fore then leave time tick away forever more. Time never was this organised before we invented clocks!
(For Stephen Hawking) .. Those .. crippled by fear tied to grief stuck in rut .. addicted angry at the world needy for fame but indolent .. rich enough but not content hungry for power insatiable in appetite .. preoccupied by trivialities wrapped in self and selfies can never be free. .. There was no pity […]
The Angel of the North shall stand one hundred years on the high land between Gateshead and Durham where its wings, stretched open to the air like an aeroplane, no feathers bright, its rust reflects a duller, lesser light. Above the motorway it towers. Gormlessly this giant glowers down as the cars and lorries pass. […]
Our great leader promises (May she go on and on) a brighter future. .. Not for turning our towering leader will continue showing compassion for everyone who’s rich and Tory that’s the story. .. Poor people in the aftermath brightly burn, brightly burn lighting her private ambitious path.
Our government is in hiding behind a big faced clock of shit. It works like clockwork, doesn’t it, chimes with the views of the few, the nit-picking springs and cogs, that set up little gods to look up to, to listen to, to march time to, time and motion, time and motion, work’s the key […]
They may try to scatter the ashes of despair elsewhere, pull down the opposition that towers over this disaster, send the poor survivors north where it’s cooler, where their voices, whipped away by the wind might find a home, but no cohesion. Out of sight, out of mind. It has always been done this way, […]
Sprinkler systems are expensive to install, so I am informed on TV. Children died. I’m appalled. . Cladding is cosmetic. Cosmetic’s what we do. Outsourced of course. And with delayed reviews. . Can’t afford firefighters. Can’t afford the NHS. Can’t afford education. This country’s in a mess! . It will take a long, long time […]
We’re all strung up on election wire. It grates, cuts, shreds and twangs with every changing wind that aspires. Westminster long since lost it’s chimes with the people. In these divisive times. like spider webs, discord spreads, echoes across chaos, dividing friends, in the name of god or money. Lies dressed up as truth: as […]
They’d been making a joke of it see, was the worst. If you keep tipping there boy, you’ll end up in the Co-op! If you keep tipping there boy, you’ll end up in the Con Club. If you keep tipping there boy, you’ll end up in Merthyr! If you keep tipping But of course […]