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“Fiscal Cliff is my fault.” Admits TWKs Bullethole

The indisputable financial issues are mounting for a world that has a hole in its pocket but TWK megastar and batrachaphobe Rusty Bullethole explains why it is his fault the global crisis is upon us….

“I paid off my credit card in 2007.”, the vociferous and slightly drunk co-frontman divulged,”It was nearly a grand. It has been a downward slope ever since.”

Since Bullethole addressed the debt, as so many have been told to do, he has added to the worlds’ problems. Some may have called him mad and others just call him stupid, but Bullethole clearly knows the score as he waves £20 notes in front of fellow string molester Andrew Brown.

“It don’t faaaakin exist!” Bullethole exclaims at a volume level of almost 11 in the visage of his esteemed colleague who retorts in a very similar vociferous manner albeit baiting the drunk wordsayer, “wossatt then?” and pointing at the very same fluttered wedge.

Cutting to the point and through the following 10 minutes of ‘discussion’ the ultimate fate of the economy did actually depend on that £1000. “He’s a natural trend setter, if he stops being in debt, the world will stop being in debt.” said Andrew Brown in a moment of calm and he went on to add, “Tamagotchi, remember them? He was the first person to ever have one. Tetris, he started that. Soon after that he went into a bar and ordered a cocktail. You see them all over the place now don’t you?”

This was a duel of attrition as Brown (himself is a postgraduate student of Higher Economics at the university of wonga.com) determined that the moment of pay-off and trend setting led to the worlds financial collapse.

“Well, money only exists when you borrow it. If I put a credit card in the wall and draw out a 100 quid, you have just effectively printed 100 pounds that didn’t previously exist. Interest rates are kept low to encourage this ‘printing’/spending and discourage saving. Put the money in the stock market and not your bank account. So Rusty started it all.”

“Effectively with the entire world following him like a good looking, thought provoking, non-pikey version of Bono he took away the back dated cheque afforded to the World Financial Institution.”, lamented Brown. The WFI are now calculating exactly who owes what, like students divvying up a phone bill. If you don’t know how much you owe, it is probably too much and they will soon be huffing and puffing at your door.

Bullethole has since invested all of his remaining money into Thai Lady-Boys with a predilection for crack as advised by unconscious drummer and Wall Street banker Baldy Splashthrift.

cash - its not real

Money – Where did it all go?

Gazza Still Alive and Addicted to Saying the Same Things – TWKs Top 5 Impending Celebrity Deaths

Following on from TWK Article on Celebrity Deaths we here at TWK have been inundated by a letter to review those people that either should be dead by now or those that we think already are dead but actually they aren’t. TWKs in house expert panel of Rusty Bullethole and Andrew Brown act as Choreographer, Coroner and Cremator:

1. Paul ‘Gazza’ Gascoigne – inevitable isn’t it. This once half decent footballer could run all sorts of places with a ball attached to his feet and there would be German defenders flying in from all kinds of angles. Often annoying in places like cinemas and supermarkets. For nearly 2 years the media went crazy (in a nice way) about Gazza, after all he and Peter Beardsley could actually pass the ball – along the ground! A phenomenon never heard of before in England. Then he quickly became crap again. Unable to console himself being on the same footballing level as Garth Crooks [although even as a Geordie, much less annoying] he turned to Tizer which of course is a gateway drink for the budding alcoholic. Where is he now? Gazza is currently located in any branch of Mr Booze telling punters how he once dribbled like Darren Huckerby on cocaine. He now dribbles much more like Stephen Hawking after a visit to the dentist. And speaks like it too.

This man knows where the cheap boozers are.

Gazza – Now driving a Lambrini

2. Keith Richards – which is quite outstanding. The closest living thing to death and also the person whose skin most resembles that of Ben Grimm as the Fantastic Fours ‘The Thing’ is actual alive (at the writing of this, in case we are held to account). This guy holds it up for rock and/or roll as other top choices could have included Courtney Love, Steve Tyler or Ozzy Osbourne and numerous others (although Winehouse is now actually dead rather than just looking it). Richards forged a new way of producing music ever since he started work on the electrical amplifier back in the early 19th Century. The Dartford man has an epithet of “mad, bad and dangerous to know” which was clearly a wonderful PR stunt (like all of the others of 1960s rockstars). The guitarist, who has played the same riff on no less than 434 Rolling Stones records, is really now more like “old, cold and contagious to know”. I have it on good authority that Steve Tyler actually died in 1980 and has since been kept alive by his owners/sponsors, Sony and EMI, as intent to annoy us all by continually untonefuly screaming his crescendos. Like when you tread on a cats foot.

3. Zsa Zsa Gabor – well, don’t know a lot about this lady really, but all I know is that ever since I was a child I have heard the phrase “Yeah, and she’s still alive.” She still is alive some 30+ years later and is now undergoing the process of fossilisation. Always dressed as lady of finer things (and an epitome of western culture that a woman only looks good if in anything of her natural state is not visible) Gabor now has a suit which she walks into as it is quicker than trowelling on several coats of render and limewash. Her cliche was “I chose the man, not he chose me” is now closer to “just pick my tits up off the floor sunshine and we’ll call it sex”.

4. Bernard Cribbins – yes even I thought the old stalwart of childrens tele was long gone and what a surprise it was when he appeared on Old Jacks Boat on CBBC. A staple of Jackanory for 25 years this Behemoth of CTV is still going. The BBC have preserved him well. At 84 now the former narrator of The Wombles has his own boat (indeed, Cribbins is “Old Jack”) where he can be found whistling such tunes as “Right Said Fred” and “Hole in the Ground” (a Noel Coward favourite!) to his faithful ‘Salty Dog’. Everyone thought he was, but no, the BBC cupboard of stars keeps on being opened as other past prime time stars return to partner the immortal Cribbins – James Bolan, Floella Benjamin and Bella Emberg. The surprises are not yet over.

5. Stephen Hawking – the most brilliant man in a wheelchair since Ironside. Hawking spits in the face of the disease he contracted at 21. He was supposed to be dead by now. Long dead. It is clear that Hawkings brain is much smarter than the rest of his body and it (the brain) is actually in charge. Most people diagnosed with the disease are dead within 5 years. Not Hawking. Death can kiss his shiny metal ass. He doesn’t flirt with Death, he takes it out for a nice dinner and then leaves it at the end of the drive with its lips puckered. Even after contracting pneumonia and other lung problems that are (usually) fatal to such sufferers the impressive Hawking goes on, like a William Shatner stage production. He stars in the Simpsons. He solves universal problems on scales beyond the majority of the worlds populations. He freewheels down multi storey car park ramps and he is probably making a mint from Wheelchair Porn. Fair play man. After visiting the dentists he is known to dribble like Gazza.

Hawking - the best.

Hawking – clever mother that spits in the face of disease.

Andrew Brown from the Institute of Clever Mother Fuckers commented “Yeah but if we were go-karting I’d still smash him up.”

Bullethole.

Cameron Promises EU Referendum, Blue Peter Badge and Free Porn

It has been announced today by Prime Minister Mr David Cameron has PROMISED that there will “Deffo be a reffo on the Euro, THIS TIME, deffo fo sho’, no shit.”. Roving political reporter for TWK, Rusty Bullethole, distends…

It has been a long haul to the ‘half-time’ of the coalition but here we are. Now then, if you cast your mind back we were promised (among a whole load of other fairy dust) a Euro referendum. Could I careless if we had one or not? No, not really, it’ll be rigged anyhow.

The point here being that we were going to have one because he promised this, that and inevitably the other. Along with a billion other things this has yet to, and clearly will not precipitate out of the ether. Even though the beginning of the second half is only just under way we are seeing lamentable attitudes and the promise of, “well, deffo fo’ next time we will have it ‘cos like I total-ee forgot man.” However, lest we forget, the man sees himself as ‘one of us’.

 

David C: In the Hood

David C: In the Hood

Nevertheless, bribes were offered to us for our vote including: free porn for the dead, a Blue Peter Badge for all of those affected by the Jimmy Savile case and a free EU passport for all illegal immigrants that promise to head immediately to France. Governmental insider Andrew Brown has intimated toward government backed gangs to round up the immigrants for a quick tick on forged ballot sheets in return for safe passage to France and a Big Mac. The head of French Government Intelligence, Andre Marron, has said the release of intoxicating gases across the channel was indeed an attempt to halt the surge of Experienced Car Valet Technicians to Calais and Dieppe.

We come in peace, shoot to kill

Immigrants – they have lasers

Although there is no mention of war yet, it is probably imminent.

The Tea Little Pigs by Nick and Louise

Once upon a time in a cafe there on the table was a 3 dimensional marketing leaflet describing idyllic times when tea was refined and those that drank it sat on large decorative chairs with a comfort only fit for a regal leader. The story promotes the wondrous tale of a couple, Nick and Louise, who through their own efforts and sadness at the way tea has been treated in recent times have developed a small little company to reinvigorate the nation towards the love for tea again. Ahhhh. Rusty Bullethole is no mug (!) and he decided to do a bit of investigative journalism into this absurdi-tea.

So. Teapigs. Sounds jizzmatic doesn’t it? Perfect. Ideal. Just what us Brits want to hear. “Yes dammit Mrs Miggins the tea has taken a rogering and we’re here to apply the Anusol.” To me it sounded too good to be true. Basically it had more front than a banker on a yacht lighting his cigar with your former tax-pounds.

An Eighth of Tea: enough for a few spliffs

An Eighth of Tea: enough for a few spliffs

So small business eh? Run by Nick and Louise who ‘met while working for a really big tea company’. So who was this tea company and how did the dynamic duo deliver? The company of course was Tetley (band Tetley and Teapigs into google and off you go). Tetley fronted the cash for this little venture of Nick and Lousie (I wonder if they even exist?) and helped it to lose hundreds of thousands of pound through its first years….. the sweet tale just keeps those tears rolling doesn’t it?

It is the mark of the world with larger companies pulling the wool over your eyes and making you look a tit when you are conned into the belief that you are putting your hard earned dosh into the pocket of a couple of honest working class geezers, guv. I am not pancake expert but I know a tosser when I see one.

Making Tea: It's Hard Work

Making Tea: It’s Hard Work

Lets look a little deeper…. Tetley and Teapigs are owned by Tata Global Beverage who are in turn part of the Tata Group – that well known small global empire company. Is it still feeling family run now? Still feel like it is all being produced from a little cottage in Cotswoldshire by a couple dressed in rags trying to make lfe better for us all at their own expense?

So, Tata – they are ethically sound then? Oh yes of course, oh I mean no, they are a bunch of tossers – they offered to bail out Union Carbide over the Bhopal disaster that killed thousands. The protesters killed at Kalinganagar was ‘unfortunate’ according to Tata as they continued with plans to build an environment raping steel plant in India. Oh and among many other things supplying hardware to aid the anti-democratic and oppressive Burman Junta keep on with its human rights atrocities.

Tata Global Friends Group

Tata Global Friends Group

Back to Teapigs then. Owned (100% shareholding) by the 50th most valuable brand in the world (Tata). What is their mission… for people to “drink real tea” as opposed to “the slop that is crushed into dust and crammed into the nations teabag”. So tree-hugging Teapigs owners Nick and Louise who often sit at home reveling in the awesome smell of their own farts are encouraging people to “name and shame” hostelries that dare to sell you a crap cuppa. What crap cuppa is that then? The floor sweepings known as Tetley?

On a personal level I would love to meet Nick and Louise, mostly in a dark back alley with a kettle full of boiling water. But this is just another step in a world full of smoke and mirrors to make you think you might be doing something useful to society. Like what I hear you say? Well…

Innocent smoothies….. sold a huge stake to that well known cuddly eco-firm Coca-Cola.

Bunch of Cunts

Guilty Pleasures: Mo’ Money

Pret selling out to Maccy D’s….

Not that I liked either as I thought they were just a vehicle for shameless globalization (something they were supposed to be against) at the expense of their initial ethics.

Bellevue Tea, Lahloo Tea. These are currently independent tea brands (among others) that are not currently supported by huge globalized backing. Don’t be a mug. Get on the case.

The Footballing Genius?

There are many things that make us stand in awe of our peers and their historic equivalents. Whether it be designing huge steam engines, building enormous structures, long bridges, making metal birds that fly or igniting huge amounts of fuel so that tin cans that can reach the moon we are generally impressed, and rightly so.

By the recent laws of ball related hyperbole then Lionel Messi, Christiano Ronaldo and Isambard Kingdom Brunel should all be mentioned in the same breath. The spiraling absurdity of footballing influence on the exaggeration of exaggeration continues.

Isambard Kingdom Brunel - had to take his hat off to play

Kingdom Brunel: Right Midfielder/Defender Brighton & Hove Albion and England

So at what line then is genius drawn?

I once saw a bloke pick up the football in the right back position, dribble the ball to central midfield, execute a double section three way triangle passing before breaking out left with the ball, cutting in on the right to lob the ball to the opponents right (back) post which was then headed across the goal, back out to the edge of the area and said player then half volleyed into the bottom left corner past the despairing keeper. Brilliant.

Still one of the best team goals I have ever seen and better than any Messi goal. Why? It was on a cold February night with the uneven ground half frozen, the other half mud, the crowd non-existent, the weather was awful and the other team were more physical than a night in with Lee Chapman and Stan Collymore. Genius? Unlikely. I am unconvinced of its measure in the betterment of society. It was good though.

The same applies to Messi, like it or not in a few years time there will be another genius born and we will all have moved onto the new ‘best thing’. Lionel Messi is a great footballer and it should rest there. Otherwise we may as well be asking pygmy like pop stars to talk politics and run the country eh Bono? Where are your lucky charms now?

Bono - The t-shirts are out!

Achtung Bono – People are getting wise

In a recent match (Sheffield Wednesday v Leeds United) The Weasel Kickers witnessed the ultimate desperate attempts by a footballing commentator to invigorate the match as a young lad barely managing a jog down the line was heralded as having ‘lightning pace’. Coupled with repetition of the words “power”, “pace”, “goals” and “electric” the game (which was duller than a Noel Edmonds Christmas Show) entered into the farcical with Andy ‘Channels’ Townsend, Andy ‘Sugartits’ Gray or Garth ‘Cunt’ Crooks analogues regurgitating words designed to fuel the gilding of this porcine defecation.

This should lead into everyday life, for everyone, and for me every morning it begins with the pre-match interview and carries on from there with a few examples listed below:

  • Did you see that? He opened his eyes and the crowd went wild. That will be the start of something special.
  • He’s had a rough time with that duvet and he’s glad to leave it behind now and move on. It’s been affecting him both professionally and personally.
  • He walked over that carpet like it didn’t exist and now he’s onto the next one.
  • Teeth have never been quite so clean as they are today its a testament to the way these guys work at it, day in, day out. Sometimes for 3, maybe 4 minutes a time.
  • The kettle was slid under the tap with aplomb and the agility and balance shown in the turn was phenomenal and then it just slid into the housing as if it were made for it.
  • That dropped straight in, no messing, although there were a number of options open to him he managed to put that straight down the bowl without a splash.
Garth Crooks - he probably disagrees with you

Garth Crooks – you don’t want to sound like him

What is your internal commentator saying to you today?

Smear yourself with your own hyperbole!

No Batman, No Vote, No Point

Having been an interesting week in the UK people have, or mainly haven’t, been voting on something which they have no idea about, don’t care about or in the main, see little point in talking about let alone having as a system of governance. Rusty Bullethole remonstrates.

The Police. They kind of do their job don’t they. They (sometimes) catch criminals and in the main deter the majority from becoming meth fueled alcohol stealing face cutting head stabbers. So why then did we all of a sudden need to appoint a regional Commissioner? More to the point, what is a Commissioner?

Commissioner Gordon - he had a big office

Commissioner – big office, red phone and £100K per year richer

The answer seems to be a bizarre one. We have never had them before in this arrangement of government and the candidates were politicised and affiliated to a party. So who are they? The answer is anyone. Anyone who can be arsed to stump up £5K (in hard cash only of course! Used noted only.) What do they say, and why is it different to what the others say? Not sure on the difference, they all want to combat crime, use technology, put more police on the beat, etc. the same drivel that the Home Secretary pummels out every time there is a change in office.

Illegal now, unless you are, say, a commissioner....

Pound Note – 5000 of these and you can buy yourself into a position you should never be allowed to have, a good Christmas gift

Ok, so the same as MPs the, either public school rimmers with no nous or general public deadheads who can’t get a job other than in a council are the prime candidates. Hardly enthusing. So how much do they get? Yes, a stonking £75K to £100K a year. Where do they do it? Somewhere near you, but you aren’t allowed to know. Probably. To find out more about the role I asked chief government security advisor Andrew Brown to elucidate:

“What do they/will they do? Sit around in an office and wait for some bad shit to happen. Most likely our local bank is to be robbed by a bunch of blokes dressed either in green or as penguins and using a tool that cuts a big circle in a vault wall. Either that or everyone gets gassed by a, probably, green gas and when they wake they have been robbed of all their goods and the best looking one gets kidnapped for a bit of unauthorised, almost cheeky, slap and tickle.”

Criminals are getting so cocky they don't even try to be subtle about it anymore

Employers Beware – Sometimes a CRB check sometimes just isn’t enough!

“Inevitably, at some point, a letter will land on the desk of said Commissioner and it will be a riddle of what plans are afoot for the present rampaging master criminal.”, revealed Brown, almost as if it were scripted. “It is at this point the incumbent lifts the glass case that surrounds the post-box red telephone for the regionally appointed superhero to take charge of the escalating situation.”

For Tory based councils the response will be from a surly, dour and introverted Michael Keaton, George Clooney or of course Gareth Bale. Adam West will serve Labour based councils while Liberals get David Jason and Nicholas Lyndhurst.

Man Sells Deadly Space and its Hidden Threats

The former love affair of a once coveted frontier slowly dwindled until a man, named only as ‘Ted’, bought it for a singular English Pound last year. Now ‘Ted’ has become a multi-billionaire after selling his vast portfolio to Google. Astronomer Royale Rusty Bullethole precipitates:

Since its origin in the Universe Factory outer space has been growing at a rate second only to that of the population of the small and over-crowded United Island of Britain. Local authorities from around the world will gather in a small portakabin in Newark today in order to debate ‘outer space and its role within Big Society’.

With proposals such as housing our paedophiles to the dumping of radioactive waste the use of space has been for a longtime widely debated and to some extent crticised.

Space: It's not that full.

Space – fairly empty as it goes

“God sure ain’t short of a cupboard!”, mooted Andrew Brown in the lead article in the religious journal “Ignorama”. He continued: “…since its formation a few years ago, space has continued to expand and expand. The question is who is going to stop it? We didn’t have this problem 6000 years ago when it all started.”

Sure enough it has now become somewhat of a talking point between scientists and governing authorities as to how quickly space is exapnding and what it means to the population of the world, hence the need for urgent discussion. Newark being the marked centre of the universe seemed like a natural choice.

Newark - The Centre of the Universe

Newark – yes, it is an anagram of wanker.

Ted is a rich man and Google, who were once complaining of a lack of space for their servers, are now rich in not one, not two but three whole dimensions and maybe more. As astronomer royale I can honestly say don’t know what threat space poses but I can summarise in the words of Andrew Brown, “We could shoot it, or we could blow it up. We should probably do both.”

Multi-billionaire Ted was found on the floor of his bank rolling around pointing at people and crying with laughter, pointing some more and continuing to laugh.

Floody Hell: Democratic Super Storm Kills Less Americans than Guns.

As the USA sits in acorner with its knees up to its chin quitely whimpering the rest of the world stands with its hands on its hips saying “I told you so”, “You don’t listen do you?” and other evocative comments surely to cause outrage at this blog. Intermittent explorer Rusty Bullethole judges further:

Wind and rain is common place in most temperate parts of the world and yet when it comes hard, it comes hard and with meaning. Pointless hyperbole and misplaced metaphors are abundant in such circumstances and no one man can change the course of a rolling stone. Yet when a storm gets classified as a previously unheard of Super-Storm you know that means only one thing – the USA are involved.

Tropical Storm Sandy - induces poor metaphor association

Weather – it makes twats out of people

Other people have hurricanes, storms, cyclones and typhoons. Not America. It has to shout louder and stamp its feet harder than anyone that their railway isn’t working, their tele is off, the wind is blowing and that life is really, really hard without the tele – but mainly via twitter and facebook and endless grainy, crappy videos and commentary from people that TV would never normally allow. Where other parts of the world would have suffered tens of thousands dead, or at least killed, the USA escaped with a hundred or so dead, some injured and tubes that go under rivers (amazingly) flooded.

“The death toll is a fairly usual hourly total for a country sinking under the weight of its gun density.”, noted interim statistics lieutennant Blaze Switczetov, “We can only hope that they are all creationists.”

Creationism - Religion sticks its head in the sand.

Creationism – Religion sticks its head in the sand even further.

The legacy of self-pity, amplified by whines of no money (who’s fault is that over-exuberant capitalist pigs?) could last for decades although with many on the eastern seaboard already going through hell as staple ‘food’ is becoming scarce, the timescales for normality to return could be a whole week. Emergency services such as hot dog stands and corn dog (?) sellers are not able to get through to the desperate crack heads and burning poor left floating on the streets of the highly affected poor areas.

“Who will rob us now?”, middle class stalwart Andrew Brown mooted, “Well I guess Mitt Romney has a few less opponents.” as he watched news pour in of lower class fatalities.

Rumours are already rife that this was in fact cooked up by Romney as a pre-election rouse to highlight further how Barrack Obama’s incompetence affects the nation. Speaking from a dry bit and surrounded by the less challenging middle classes Romney spouted of his disdain for the incumbent, “He let a normal storm become a Super-Storm”, said the Republican in yet another attempt to have a cheer arise that last 10 times longer than anything he says. Go on, say America again for another deafening moronic overture with over zealous and needless flag waving.

Quite frankly I gave up listening after that as that and went home to think of some other story with a bit more interest. Woo America. Woo New York (with its alleged legendary and now redundant Fire Brigade). Shitter eh. Try being in a lahar in Bangladesh or a black dude in New Orleans or a Polar Bear with no ice. Still, you can always let more oil out into the sea.

Bangladesh Car Wash

Bangladesh Car Wash – it does inside and outside.

As far as Obama goes, he said Miami will be next…..

Weasels Add Stickman

Weasel News is a bit slow recently because we have been busy with practicing with our new and improved line-up.  Now with 50% extra Personage the New-Look-Weasel line-up is now more rust-proof than ever and with the addition of Pro-Argen-Baldy the new formula is ready to take the world of commerce by storm.

Now here’s the science bit: the addition of Pro-Vitamin Bald1 increases the tensile strength of the fibres that connect our collective consciousness to produce a fabric that is super-absorbent, flexible and strong. Also the maligned threesome is 50% whiter due to injected familial strains of genetically modified Chris. The band is now fully FDA approved and will encroach upon your audible sensibilities within the near future. This will only serve to benefit mankind and its evolutionary path.

Mr Bald is now installed as ‘STICKMAN’ so he is now comprised of several thinly drawn lines and a sort-of-drum-kit. It’s the best sort-of-drum-kit magic beans can buy.

Weasels Add New Stickman

Weasels Add New Stickman – and drummy stuff

Further to the integration of additional PV-Bald1 another movement has been made, it was a bowel movement and as it has now ceased there is no need to mention it further.

The Weasel Kickers are indeed looking forward to their next gig (although the date remains fluctuant, but we must be ‘right’ for it like the pontificating pansies we are) and thoughts about fully re-recording the new album are well under way. Expect to hear news on this front very soon. That’s right, in the not too distant future we will be telling you more about stuff you really don’t care about in order to break up your day a bit.

Same Shirt Different Day

Same Shirt Different Day – Yes, it is deffo being recorded!

We’re so rock and roll we have been registering on seismometers for the last decade.

Bear with us and we will be back on the radar very soon. Like a big smudge on your windscreen.

Royal Arms to be Changed

The Three Lions of the English Royal Arms are to be changed according to TWK drunkard and roving reporter Rusty Bullethole. It has been on the cards for a while although the momentum has gathered apace and the alterations are to be adopted as from the 1st January 2013.

It has long been apparent that the Royal Arms has not been representative of the country and its affiliation with the monarchy and now this has come to a head and instatement of a new Royal Arms is to be presented. Although the layout and final draft are to remain a secret the contents of the Coat of Arms has been revealed.

Present Coat of Arms UK

Present Coat of Arms – Its a bit too glitzy-glam and says “we’re all gay”

The present Royal Arms has evolved from the singular lion (stolen from the Norman times and kept in cold storage) to a duo of lions with a Queensbury Rules stance, and latterly into the three stretched out lazy lions. A slow progression from standing and fighting to the more lethargic and subdued ‘cat in front of a fire’ pose.

The motto is also up for renewal. The present Dieu et mon droit (divine right of monarchs to govern) is mooted as being horrendously outdated and has won an outright vote for replacement. So what are we to expect?

“Lions are a thing of the past”, detailed Andrew Brown of England.co.uk, “we needed to move with the times and make the monarchy appeal to contemporary followers until the reformation” tantalised the oversized Brown staring at his undersized telecommunication device, “Although I can’t reveal a draft drawing I can tell you what it will contain.” spewed Brown looking smug and pausing with length on purpose as if trying to draw me into the lair of suspense.

“It will contain a bottle of blue alco-pop, a doner kebab and a packet of 20 Rothman.”

20 Rothman - One of the symbolic fronts of our great nation

20 Rothman – One of the symbolic fronts of our great nation

“The motto will be one of two: Bibamus, manducaverimus et manus which translates as we drink, we eat and then we fight. This keeps things in line with the media shows on our culture… Traffic Cops, Brit Cops, Road Cops, Speed Cops, Street Cops, Path Cops, Crimewatch, 999, Ross Kemp on Drugs, Alan Tichmarsh – A Rumble in the Country and of course Boris & Dave – My Big Fat Stupid Friend.”

“The second option is Copra Angliae.”

When questioned on the actuality of this being realised Mr Brown commented, “Well, if the Queen dies before the 1st January then its all bets off as we’re abandoning the monarchy after her anyway, the firing squads are on standby. We wouldn’t really let those other two gimboids into monarchy. Hahaha, nah as soon as she’s [Elizabeth II] popped her cloggs we’re all off down to the casino and then the pub. Until then we thought we’d have a laugh. We’re doing it a bit French, a bit Spanish and a whole lot of English.”

Her replacement token head of state will be the universally hated Jeremy Clarkson. “His arrogance and blasé racism/xenophobia are key attributes for the head of a state. Hopefully, somewhere along the line he, like many a good monarch, is also related to a long line of genocidal maniacal control freaks.”

Also we can confirm the rumours about the picture of the Queen on the back of monetary notes being replaced are TRUE – they are to be replaced by a photo of my mum at waterworld from 1987 with her titties out.

Ode Boobies

New picture to be featured on money.

Note: Please be aware that very creepy Alan Titchmarsh is a known countryphile and any information leading to his capture will be rewarded with a Community Action Trust Reward. Call Crimestoppers everytime he is on the TV.

Nottingham – Chav Density Increasing

Every Urban Centre appears to have at least one major ‘Chav’ area where the population density of the Chav far outweighs that of the Yummy Mummy, Volvo Family or the Ben-Sherman-Money-Clip Wide-Boy. Roaming diplomat and sex piston Rusty Bullethole bleats about the latest figures on Chav Density.

Nottingham and its environs. Home of many a depressed and surly famous person from the unappetising D.H. Lawrence and spew-fest romantiscist Lord Byron to the ignorant Kenneth Clarke and the population reducing Harold Shipman. It has been noted in recent months that the increase in the Chav Factor is spiralling out of control with almost every inner city ward a concern for Euro Ministers as Nottingham has become known to be ‘completely devoid of decency and humanity’, much like government.

DH Lawrence - he says cunt a lot.

DH Lawrence – he says c*nt a lot, like Chavs

TWK understand that as from the beginning of this month that the international scheme for the evacuation of people from Nottingham “not in falsely worn sportswear” will begin in order to place them in a safer environment although still with familiar surroundings, somewhere such as Damascus.

“Percentages of cheap (mainly white) tracksuits on people are at an all time high.”, stated Chavwatch President Andrew Brown, “Generally accentuated by the obligatory Greggs Bag, Poverty Buggy complete with dirty child and the ‘diamond’ or ‘tear’ tatoos on the faces of the barbarous heathens that are generally found spitting and occupying spaces outside cheap alcohol vendors. It’s not a good time for the UK.”

Chavs - Jolly Souls

Chavs – Limited Numeracy Skills

It is noted that many of the areas in and around Nottingham: St Annes, Bulwell, Hucknall, Hyson Green, Broxtowe, etc. have long been suffering from sycophantism to the Chav from the pandering and court-case fearing Local Authorities. Local resident Mr Drunk was asked to explain away his typical day. We caught up with him outside the local branch of Boozebuster:

“Jus’ got me’sen sum Livakill Super.”, announced the 25 year-old, “An’ a Iceland Doner.”

An extensive tirade of abuse from the range of foreigners allowed in the country to the state of the NHS ensued before finally getting out the information required to make our assessment: “Ar, reight. Wos thou wanna know youf?”, and Mr Drunk reeled out a list of a variety of things that he may do during the day other than actually any form of work. TWK have listed them below as best as we could translate them.

- Pop dahn Boozebosters fer me Livakill (pop down first thing in the afternoon to the local off-licence for a pallete cleanser)
- Go ohm an’ watch a birra tele lark (go back to rent-a-dump and shout at various people of any race other than ones own with no apparent reason aside xenophobia or inherent low-intelligent racisim akin to the barbarian)
- Go n sit artside pahndshop and gerraslag (locate a bench in proximity to a local shop where I know I get value and see if I can find a nice lady to take for a meal)
- Go Maccy Ds and get sommat (nutrition is of high importance and this will surely balance out the Livakill I have been drinking since the age of 10)
- elp me lad fix opis wagon (to assist his 14 year old boy – inevitably called something like Kai, Mitchell or Mason – work on his B reg Nova with twin exhaust)
- Pop rahnd nt see me mate n get sum stuff (take a trip to the drug dealer and exhange some goods stolen from the poundshop for a selection pack of arsenic and stricnine laced produce)
- Get ready fer the naht lark (Put on ones best creased up white tracksuit complete with crack based rock burns and some LA-gangster based slogan emblazened upon it, don an amount of gold similar to a level found on Mr T ready to enjoy the evening)
- Go aht robbin or stabbin on me ‘patch’ (and then just join in the local fun with the local people on a typical night on the estate.)

Doner Pizza - One of the 5-a-day

Iceland – Killing off the poor.

“Chavtacular.”, commented the disillusioned Brown.

It appears that Nottingham has long since been the template for Chavism and the wave of infection seems to be gathering at a pace and spreading throughout the country. Obesity sits hand in glove with the Chav approach of “sausage roll and Maccy Ds diet” with some level of denial with the ordering of diet coke as some kind of trade-off. “I can only put it down to a clear lack of mirrors.” said a senior council source.

Sadly, the disease is spreading further at an alarming rate, my own siblings family long since contracted the disease. With blobby children that do not even realise they are fat and unfit, where racism is confused with patriotism and with a blatant unwillingness to accept what is ejaculating on their faces – the signs are clearly there and escalating. Alongside a modicum of self-congratulation at every mundane task in order to eat chocolate/maccy d/greggs/only drink cheap pop or cheap vodka and abstain from important parenting/basic thinking/exercise/basic social awareness there is a definite movement for the chav-parent towards being concilliatory all of the time.

“Well, innit, as long asegot [they have] cheap vodka, porn n shit [reading material and a whole host of hydrogentaed vegetable fat based snacks] and they’re happy what fookin difference doit [does it] make, innit?”, noted mum and auntie of four, Keeley, 15 from St Annes. Tapping the bump on her belly she recited, “cash in da bank.”

Chavwatch are concerned you may not know if you are entering into a Chavzone and they have determined the best correlation to Chavism is generally nomenclature. So should you hear or note any of the following names in close proximity to yourself you have the right to notify the authorities:

Kai, Courtney, Jade, Jordan, Kylie, Paige, Chelsea, Beyonce, Kieron, Mason, Declan, Mitchell, Kayleigh, Chantelle, Keeley, Chelseigh, Britney, Sky, Storm, Autumn, Nike, India, Kade, Cindy, Toni, Dwayne, Reece, Chayse, Brooklyn, Damon, Myles, Kyle, Josh, Courtnee, Mia, Tyler, Spencer, Raquel, Aleisha, Chardonnay, McKenzie, Sambuca, Crystal, Kane, Hunter, Bianca.

Chav T-Shirt: Time for a Greggs

Weasel Kickers Quality Clothing Store

World Wide Recession Attributed to Etch A Sketch Creation

 As we come up to the 3 year anniversary of the Global Economic Crisis (GEC), TWK tries to make sense of the world wide ‘crash’ which has obliterated peoples Savings, Homes, Itineraries, and Time, leading to nothing but supposed ‘hatred’ for the people that keep their money safe at night – Bankers! 

We propose a different source for the recession.

TWK co-correspondent Chris White takes up his personal storyventure:

 “When the initial news came that we here in the midst of a world wide depression my wife instantly phoned the doctor and asked for an immediate prescription of prozac.  I put the phone down for her and said “no, not that type of depression”, and we ventured out into night to the next bar and got absolutely mortalled on jaegarbombs and kebabs”.

“Clearly we had no idea of the scale of the problem but something stirred deep in our hearts and brough horrible flashbacks to pre-bust days ” 

The initial problem was merely compounded by an obsession with re-runs of the infamous cult TV programme ‘The Money Programme’ between 1996 and 1999.  “One night me and my pregnant wife replayed the theme tune about 46 thousand times, because it literally depicted the seriousness of the historical macro economical situation within 30 seconds, no-one has ever touched our lives in such a way” Chris professed.   ”the theme tune alone sets the scene for a true fiscal soap opera”

Stocks and Fiscal Soaps - deffo a link

Stocks and Fiscal Soaps – deffo a link

Little did they know that the jazzed-up thememaster crebation tune was subliminally entering the mind of their to-be born son (named Daniel) whilst he was sleeping in his mothers womb, leading to effects that can only be described as ‘extraordinary’.

“By the time Daniel was 5 years old he had surpassed the ability to play avant garde jazz on the piano whilst simultaneously being able to calculate complex stockmarket related logarithms”.  Chris continues  “At 6 he was managing our incomes and bank accounts and had floated several companies onto the stock exchange!!”.

His pièce de résistance; however, was created using something more basic – a jumped-up red pre-generation ipad powered only only by a stilo, fingers and aluminium powder.  It was utilised by millions around the world not flippant enough to purchase paper, pencils and erasers on a whim.  We refer, of course, to the ‘Etch a Sketch’.  The gravity of his little depiction on the ‘cry pad’ in 2005 was scary……very SCARY, and mirrored those market ‘crashes” actually witnessed three years later in 2008.

“During the early 2000′s it hadn’t even crossed my mind until now, but when i picked up my son’s etch a sketch pad it was a futuristic almanac right there in front of my eyes, pathing the way for inevitable hatred for the banking system.  Hindsight is a wonderful thing”.

What Chris’ son had actually done was predict the EXACT current economic trend three years before reality. 

Now it all makes sense, before he went to bed at night little Daniel had uncontrollable urges to paraphrase from that well known movie The Sixth Sense – all he kept saying was “i see unemployed people!”.

Doodle art – unbelievable tekkers

In a cruel twist of fate and conversely, the Nostradamus – esque qualities of the boy also predicted increased viewing figures for the Jeremy Kyle show, which actively celebrates diatribes of dysfunctional debate amongst the unemployed in the UK.  Viewing figures are up, as reported today, by 7.4% totalling 2.67million. 

Celebrity Deaths – Not What They Used To Be

Plane crashes, motorbike smashes, Bermuda triangle mysteries, the slamming of a mini into a tree and of course the inevitable glamorous assassination have all been fantastic ways for many a past celebrity to enjoy a good death. Are celebrities becoming complacent in their deaths? Rusty Bullethole ponificates:

It seems apparent that the inevitable ‘tragic death of the great… (insert name of suitable applicant)’ is no longer likely to send shivers through spines or questions through minds as the dull drudgery of showbiz and celebrity deaths continues to bore and disappoint.

Death - Celebrities have a duty to make theirs interesting

Death – if you can make it funny, you should

“Celebrities and musicians are happier committing suicide at home in front of the tele with their feet up and a nice cup of tea nowadays.” commented high profile singer/guitarist Tommy Disfiger. Disfigers band, Free Choice Paradigm, are currently doing a worldwide tour of Derby and lead electric flutist Calvin Swine fears the pressure may well get to the band with deadly consequences, “Who knows”, commented the light fingered Swine, “You’re on stage one minute and the next you’re watching University Challenge, then up comes the question you can’t answer and the rage of not knowing ANY 17th century madrigal pushes you over the edge. You have the cup of tea, you open the Garibaldi’s and out comes the Ketamine, Valium, Amytriptaline, Vicodin, Haloperidol, Lithium, Ecstacy, Heroin, Ephedrine and Paracetamol. It’s an easy trap to fall into.”

It seems that there is an apathy in the celebrity world with many a personality claiming to have ‘cancer’ or ‘Alzheimer’s', not even ‘aids’ gets a mention much anymore. “Its like the creativity has been sucked out of dying.” said one former CBBC News presenter.

Haloperidol - Can make death quite 'samey'

Haloperidol: You can’t fly a starfighter, write a song and juggle your eyeballs when you’ve had this

One can only hope that the celebrity world picks itself up and kicks back in with a spate of exciting and untimely deaths. Rusty Bullethole picks out some of the past favourites:

John Denver - a classic cartoon moment…. his plane ran out of fuel. Always brings a smile to the face of anyone you tell.

Sonny Bono - While skiing took a bit of a wrong turn at 100mph and went face first into a tree. This is also a good punchline for many a cartoon gag.

Tennesse Williams - choked to death. Sounds a bit dull, but no, he choked to death on a bottle cap he was holding in his mouth as he applied eye drops. Quality sitcom gag occurring in real life.

Brandon Lee - one of the best comedy deaths, worthy of winning a Darwin Award – shot by a blank firing gun when a piece of lead from the previous shot was lodged in the barrel. Led to the line on a popular TV quiz show…. “Brandon Lee was killed by a blank.”

Mark Bolan - Brilliant. Not only could he not handle the demanding driving skills required to keep a mini on the road he managed to actually gather enough speed to make the crash deadly. A feat of its own. If only Herbie was a mini eh?

Mark Chapman - Cruelly assassinated by John Lennon who himself thought he was Mark Chapman, a successful artist with the Beatles before taking a severe nosedive with his solo career. In the end, saved us all from a lot of hypocritical spiel.

Mark Chapman - brilliantly assassinated

Mark Chapman – Just another rich ‘hippy’ with possessions.

Southern Europeans Urged to Work

The halcyon days of lounging around listening to music, eating vast swathes of food, drinking cocktails on beaches full of naked whores and smashing plates/throwing donkeys off of churches could all be coming to an abrupt end in Southern Europe. Foreign correspondent Andrew Brown reports from the hedonistic Mediterranean lands:

Austerity measures are currently being drawn up to form some kind of system whereby the electorate pay towards the running of the state rather than leaving the workaday northern Europeans to bail them out once they have run out of hard cash.

Pretend Money - Worth more than the Euro in Greece

The Euro – might as well look like this

It is understood that Northern Europeans are becoming increasingly annoyed with the Southern European states for staying out late on week nights, not coming home at all on some weekends and also making a lot of noise while the Northerners are trying to sleep and have to get up for work in the morning.

Plates - Outlawed in Greece

Plate Breaking – A sure fire way to increase expenditure

While continually frittering away money and coming back to ask for more has seemed like a workable system of management for the lazy Southerners it is now untenable at best and the Southerners fear they may actually have to get a job. Moreover, they fear that they have to part with some of that conceptually inaugural ‘hard-earned’ money to make sure that the country can afford to keep running.

One kebab shop owner, Mr Drunkos, complained, “I do not know what this means to me and my family. Perhaps we must open tomorrow. Maybe two days in a week. So maybe only five days in a week are we drunk, not six, not seven. No more. This, my wife, she says no more smashing. I can no more run down the street throwing plates at a children. No smashing. What do you do when no smashing? Here, we drink. But no drinking. You get out now. I cut your face. Chillimintsauce!”

Kebab - salad or chips?

Kebab Shop Owners – they look like Alexi Sayle

Across the whole of Southern Europe the inhabitants are set to begin the suffering imparted by the lack of any form of government or good management. So how did it get to this level of tax avoidance, how did the economy get into such a two and eight that the morale of every Southern European is lower than a Sun Reporter?  It is understood that a master plan is hatching with a new Premier appointment likely as England dithers on whether or not to appoint Harry Redknapp as its new Prime Minister.

'Arry Redknapp - Good with Economic Troubles

Harry”‘I’m telling the truth Guv’nor” Redknapp – Good with Tax issues.