Getting the right arsehole over this spreading No Name game. The Show With No Name. The Pub With No Name. Comedy Improv With No Name. The Panto with No Name. The Curry House With No Name (signature dish No Name Masala I kid you not). The Gin With No Name for crissake (but oh so very expensive) with its twee hand filled reusable chunky glass bottles. The Gender With No Name.
Talking of that fuckabilly I was upstairs on the bus the other day and within six inches of my nose a couple sat down. A couple of what? Now there you have me. A pair of non-identifying nose ringed, pierced and inked with ratty hair that’s been bleached and colour rinsed in old horse piss….well a pair of those.
One pig fat and smelling of sweet pork and the other with its fanny whiffing of cheese, much younger and elfin small wearing old school NHS glasses. The little elf giggled a lot and lowered its eyes in submission as it reached forward and took sweets one by one from Mamma Pigs huge handbag. Mamma Pig every so often would lick its lip pins and waggle one fat finger to establish control.
They jabbered and lisped away in what I took to be Ukrainian (pretty sure because lots down my way) and then I twigged. Took a while because this lifestyle is usually pretty well hidden even in hedonistic and ugly Brighton. A touch of the old dominants and submissives, another Club With No Name. A bit extreme even for my old arse – but inject a bit of Nazi leather, oh yes.
So where to go to from here – the Beckhams and Gwinnie Paltrow having a last swing at child bearing with The Child With No Name? Many of those cunts appearing in Courts up and down the land already.
“I self identify as The Person With No Name Your Honour”
Plenty in my family down the centuries but we have a name for them – Bastards. So if any brain drooling trendy cannot think of a name for its enterprise I offer a choice of the following, all copyright free:
Cunting, bollocks, shite arsed, dick fuck, anal retentive, pox cock, fanny fumbler, minge and juice….oh I don’t know I could be cutting off my own foreskin giving away some of this golden creative.
“Coming for a swift half dahn the Minge and Juice mate?”
Now that has traction.
Nominated by: Sir Limply Stoke



