Well here we are again then. It’s often said that the only certainties in life are death and taxes, but I’d say with confidence that there’s a third, and it rolls around as sure as night follows day.
Half the houses around our way are lit up like Las Vegas. Every retail outlet in town has dug out THAT bastard cd again; you know, the one with the fucking Pogues and that cunt Jona Louie (‘ya ta ta ta ta ta ya ta ta ta taaa…’). It’s official. The season of wee free kings of Orient are is with us once more. Innit.
Now in keeping with the directive to eat, drink and be merry, I hope to contribute to seasonal cheer by reminding cunters that another day of national celebration also comes around at this time of year.
Yes, 21st December has officially been declared #OwenJonesIsAWankerDay. Here’s your chance to pay your personal tribute to one of the great cultural figures of our time, a veritable titan on our national stage.
Altogether now, ladies and gentlemen. Raise your glasses, and let’s here it for little Owen, the dear, dear boy!
Nominated by: Ron Knee
(This is the kind of cunting I like. A bit of schadenfreude is good for the soul – Day Admin)