Friday, 7 May 2010

Hootsmon Headlines

I stayed up till the booze ran out. I'm a wee bit disappointed of course, but it could have been worse. Imagine the disaster if the MSM had been against us?

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  1. Wonderful. I'll quote your last sentence too. :) or should that be x? Don't want to upset Brownlie!

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  2. He he, well done Conan, I needed a laugh.

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  3. X all ye want Rosa, he has his Sitootery time...

    Thanks Donald, did this with a hangover...

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  4. subrosa,

    Brownlie is fed up trying to compete with a shining wit!!

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  5. Conan, get in their and ask for a link. :)

    http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/comment/leading_article/article7120637.ece

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  6. Ooops, there of course not their. Time I went back to bed.

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  7. Thanks Rosa, but I'm fed up of pissing into the wind.
    When I tell people what REALLY goes on in council libraries, I usually get laughed at, like the sneering content of the Times article.
    Just google muirhouse, library, siege.
    Good for the staff at Kings Lynn.
    Their employer has seen the problem and solved it.
    Unlike mine.

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  8. Conan,

    I hope you are thoroughly ashamed of yourself! Because of your exposures of the evil SNP the finest Labour politician, and temporary PM, we've got has had to resign! A lone piper outside No.10 plaintively playing "The de'il's awa" and a haggard whisky-soaked old harridan shouting "Rejoice! rejoice, it was the Sun wot did it!

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  9. Alas, poor Broon! I knew him, Brownlie: a fellow of finite jest, of most excellent book-keeping: he hath turned his back on me a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination he is! my gorge rims at it. There hang those arsecheeks that I have kicked I know not how oft. Where be your Nokias now? your gambols? your wars? your flashes of rage, that were wont to set the computer on the floor? Not one now, to mock your own girning? quite chap-fallen?
    Now get you to my Mandy's chamber, and tell her, er, him, let him paint an inch thick, to this favour he must come; make him laugh at that. Prithee, Brownlie, tell
    me one thing...

    ...is it true?

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  10. Be a bloody shame if it wasn't after that eulogy!!

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