Showing posts with label sordid grief hole. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sordid grief hole. Show all posts

Friday, 13 January 2012

"Hi, My name is..part 2: Antony Worrall Tompson

"Hi, My name is Antony Worrall Thompson"

"Hi, My name is Antony Worrall Thompson". You may remember me as that fat beardy chef from BBC2's 'Ready, Steady, Cook', the cookery programme for people with no teeth and heads like satsumas, hosted by condescending turkey necked piss stain 'Fern Britton'.

Since filming this show I have been into the jungle on 'I'm a celebrity get me an Iceland advert', and I have also stared in the West End play 'The return of Bunters hairy uncle Lord Slugbait' in which I played the role of 'Lord Slugbait'.

After taking part in this staggering array of tough jobs, I have taken some time off to busy myself on completing a brand new Game show I am writing for Channel 5 Called 'Take what you can, while you can'.

In my Game show contestants have to try and pass items of shopping through the self-service checkouts without paying, and without being caught out by roving CCTV cameras and store security. The contestant that gets away with the highest value of items, without being collared by the filth is crowned 'Thief of the week'. The contestants caught out by CCTV, or store security will be branded a member of the 'Red hand gang', and will be subjected to massive public embarrassment as their face is splashed across all Newspapers and T.V. channels, as well as being forced to make a snivelling public apology like some pathetic, weak willed little Faganite who failed to keep their greedy little mitts to themselves.

As well as being crowned 'Thief of the week', the winner will also receive free tickets to see my very own Operatic version, and take on the 'Charles Dickens' classic 'Oliver Twist' which I have renamed 'Oliver Twist from behind bars'. The lead role of 'Oliver Twist' is being played by the 'Peter Pan of puke' 'Mr Darren Day, and yours truly 'Mr Antony Worrall Thompson' will be playing the part of a foul, vomit splashed, and urine stinking prison cell.

Mr Antony Worrall Thompson is also available for delivery driver jobs, and hosting local piss parties.

                                                                                                     By Roland Barnacle

Saturday, 7 January 2012

The wicked window


The wicked window creaked a small toad and left itself wide open and panting for mercy as a twiddle diddle dumpling rolled it's fat oaf rotund girth onto a long flesh tongues lashing like a pirates whip yet ever so ready for a good fisting when needed in a rush he would starve himself naked then pop two mouldy cherries into his gondola which was always pissing rainbow spray over rusty buckets although he wished that the bucket was not where it was at that point in time but still none the less meant it no harm but felt it needed to learn a stiff lesson especially when flatulent in flowered gown all starched solid stale by the sheer presence of 'Dark Norris' and his hanging length of homicidal duck tweed trousers

Oh why am I so wicked
Oh why do I creak so
Oh this torturous life of Monkeydom
Being a wicked
Wicked window

Wicked
Creak
Wicked
Wicked
Wicked
Creak
Wicked
Wicked
Wicked
Creak
Wicked
Wicked
Wicked
Creak
Wicked
Creak
Wicked
Little window

This piece of cut-up, and prose was written back in Spring 2006.

They are both based on separate pieces, but have a very subtle link that threads them both together.

By Spartacus Mole

Friday, 6 January 2012

The many faces of 'Victoria Beckham': Face 1

Cellular Loneliness


This image of 'Victoria Beckham' is one of many that clearly shows the huge array of  diverse, creative, and stylish poses that she possesses in her amazing modelling repertoire.

The above picture in particular was carefully squeezed out of 'Victoria's' plasticated, skeletal jowls using a mix of  Scientology's satanic ramblings, and dumb nausea syndrome tablets.

A huge selection of 'Victoria's' pictures were sifted through by a crack team of moronic cabbages in order to select the above image to start off this new blog segment.

And so it is with great satisfaction that 'Victoria's' team of moronic cabbages are able to bring you this image of 'Victoria', the first of what will be many more in the future.

                                                                                                            By Roland Barnacle    

Thursday, 5 January 2012

The Jester and the Frowning Lump




This drawing is based on an individual who despite having everything he could ever want is still never happy with his life.

The "Frowning Lump" is fuelled by greed. Nothing is ever enough. So what is he really after? What would truly make him happy?

The "Jester" just wants to make him smile or even laugh. He has nothing else to give to him.

                                                                                                               By Charlie Cornflake

Wednesday, 4 January 2012

How the stars relax part 5: Dolly Parton


I love to yodel
Dolly Parton, Poodle permed humanoid airbag, and designer of elaborate flannels likes to relax by gatecrashing children's pool parties, and body surfing naked down the water slide whilst yodelling.

                                                                                                   By Roland Barnacle

Reptilian update: Part 1


The Saxe-Coburg Gotha dynasty

So here we are 2012, and a multi-million pound Diamond jubilee beckons amidst a manufactured recession within our fake economy in which the good old tax payer has to tighten their belts once again, along with footing the bill for not only the 2012 'Illuminated' Olympic games, but also the grotesque show of hereditary inbreds, and cold hearted monstrosities 'The Royal Familys' Diamond jubilee celebrations.

The Saxe-Coburg Gotha Germanic dynasty, once again feeds like a parasite off the back of all that fall below them in their rankings.

And for those of you who do not know what rank you are in the eyes of the Monarchy it can be summed up in one word: PEASANT.

Yes that's right regardless of what class background you are from this is what you are in the eyes of the Monarchy. It does not matter if you are a self-made millionaire, Doctor, Teacher, Refuse collector, Cleaner, or any other profession spanning the entire class system...you are still in the eyes of the Monarchy a PEASANT. 

But guess what? I would rather be a PEASANT than a cold blooded bunch of sinister reptiles any day...what about you?

                                                                                                                By Hector the mute  

Tuesday, 3 January 2012

Mindless automatons

Golems 2
The Golems are starting to appear everywhere throughout society. Only this morning did I notice two Golems trying to kick start a bin..I tried to explain to the two Golems that the bin was not in fact a Motorbike but actually a bin for putting rubbish into, but after a few brief grunts, copious dribbling, and more arse flatulence than a gassed out Horse I realised my efforts were pointless.

The more dumbed down we allow ourselves to become by watching banal, excruciatingly moronic T.V. programmes, and by believing the lies spewed out from anal politicians and the vile media, the closer we move towards becoming mindless automatons...just like the Golems!!

                                                                                                                     By Arnie Canoe

Monday, 2 January 2012

You are all the same



Collage H.M.P

This collage was created by Mr Brian Marigold Clog whilst on a brief 4 year sabbatical at Her Majesty's Pleasure Butlins styled holiday camp Norwich prison for crimes against humanity.

Posted by Mr Brian Marigold Clogs long lost identical Siamese twin Heston Quiff. 


Saturday, 31 December 2011

Car melting liquid wax

Red rubberised car melting liquid wax onto a simple truck stop a car melting liquid wax car a melting liquid wax towards instant nowhere parcels covered in liquid wax car melting holes all over my pinnacle pineapple wax car melting liquid wax over a storm eye liquid car juice melting wax to ....



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The Bilderberg Bitch


'Lady Muck'
Margaret Thatcher. A woman who ripped the heart from the country, and sold it's soul down the gutter on the say so of her masters 'The Bilderberg Group' and 'The Moriah conquering wind', finally has shit on her hands. The 'Iron Lady' is now simply 'Lady Muck'. Unlucky you sinister old krone!


By Arnie Canoe

Friday, 30 December 2011

Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber.

Mindless Golems 1
The mindless Golems represent the vaccuous mind controlled state that mankind is ever-more being steared towards by a systematic, and co-ordinated dumbing down of everything within society by the 'Moriah conquering wind'.

By Heston Quiff

How the stars relax part 2: Ben Elton



Satan makes me do it


Ben Elton, Satan's little coat hangar, and man voted most likely to enjoy hanging Goats from Willow trees likes to relax by hanging around Men's toilets dressed in a Medieval suit of Armour.

By Roland Barnacle

How the stars relax part 1: Piers Morgan

                       

What a great guy I am

Piers Morgan, vile length of decomposing flesh, and the only reason why the death penalty should exist likes to relax by drifting over the countryside in his private hot air balloon, and dropping stale sandwiches from enormous heights onto the heads of rosey faced Farmers.

Thursday, 29 December 2011

View through a fractured kalaidescopic lens

collage 2

This Collage represents a multi-dimensional look at life through a fractured kalaidescopic lens. All layers are viewed at the same time, even though they exist, and have existed at completely different points in space time.

By Heston Quiff

Tuesday, 27 December 2011

Sordid Grief Hole

When the Instant Nowhere Korporation website is finally finished, we will be able to allow all of our good readers to see our vast bunker of material. So in the spirit of the season I thought we should give you a taster of our Jap's Eye magazine-thingy. The idea was to be going a little bit further than Private Eye would dare to go. After all, once you are establishment, pampered and perfumed by the rich, it becomes almost impossible to create anything of relevance. Isn't that right Mr Hislop, with your glowing accolades for the Rothschilds?

Anyway have a read of one of the recurring sections of the magazine titled 'Sordid Grief Hole'. Every episode will have a unique 'gripe' about the society in which we live by the adorable old Vera Snipe. Let her play her tune!


Sordid Grief Hole
By Old Vera Snipe

This week we have heard an awful lot of gripes emanating from the over-50s. The majority of these gripes have been because this socially abnormal bunch of chaps think that the majority of the British workforce is unskilled. In their day the whole of the British workforce were highly skilled and could hold their own with their foreign rivals. Nowadays, they say, our workforce could only hold its own begging the Third World parasites for a bit of their earnings and a place to sleep for the night. 

Jap’s Eye wishes to address this grievance for it’s gross inaccuracy. The British workforce of today is highly skilled... in alienation, idiocy, bureaucracy, inadequacy and all round mediocrity. These great skills that have been long cultivated in our country over the generations have been brought to fruition on our latest bunch of social outcasts who rule over all of us. The right honorable Tory-Liberal-Green-Labour Government has managed to bring us all of these skills and more benefits for our workforce that they have inherited from their forefathers. Things like cutting corners, selling everything off for a quick buck, denying all responsibility and failing to deal with the real world have been well-taught to this generation of young don’t-wanna-go-getters. 

Our parents never tire of telling us of all of the things that they have done to make our lives better through their hard efforts. It’s true as well. They have brought us some very important measures that have ensured that the majority of us will be a lot, lot poorer than they were when they were of working age. They’ve given us 100 year mortgages, longer working lives, fully privatised education, in-roads into privatising the whole of health care, transportation and just about any other service you can think of, as well as the destruction of the equal-for-all communist states that used to trouble their malignant liberal minds. Such great gifts have been well-treasured by this new generation and thankfully due to the impoverishment this has caused has led to a whole new wave of criminal masterminds.

Due to such low levels of crimes that lead to convictions, our forefathers truly have excelled in their drive for criminal justice. They have made the dear criminal the one true celebrity left in this country. Someone who has celebrity status for actually doing something! Yes, it’s true. These mindless thugs who stab up unsuspecting passersby, the crack-head gunman who shoots children in the face, street muggers, violent rapists and burglars have all finally been given a bit of a reward for their troubles. It now feels truly unsafe to walk the streets. So luckily this has meant a lot more nights in for those formerly troublesome young people. The only ones on the streets now are violent psychopaths put their to keep order. No, I’m not talking about the police because their hands will be tied up with their unnecessary bureaucratic administrative work. Things that are far more important than actually doing any police work. Unless of course you live in a very well-to-do area and the biggest problem you would get there anyway is having to listen to a celebrity confiding in you about their 400th time of going into rehab to kick their little heroin problem.

So we would like to say: calm down dad. This workforce is more skilled than any other. We have been taught well by you guys and appreciate everything that you have done for us. Unfortunately your gripe has missed the mark, but at least you still have an extra 5-10 years to work thanks to your own diligence in raising the retirement age. At least this way you can try to supervise us more thoroughly and come up with some even better strategies in crushing our resistance. 

Fact of the working day:



It is a well known fact that British workers increase productivity by inspecting their waste fluids. The picture to the left demonstrates this activity taking place in some offices at Dundee, Bonny Scotland.