Sad Songs

Sad Songs.

There are certain songs out there that, when you listen to them, trigger certain emotions/memories from your past. This usually revolves around previous relationships that either didn’t materialise, or if they did never ultimately worked out the way you would have liked.

Today, for example, I was listening to some old songs while rebuilding a HP ProLiant DL160 Gen 9 (as you do!) Next on the playlist was a song called “Can’t Stay Away From You” by Gloria Estefan, which came out way back 1987.

It’s quite an emotive song, and at the time I used to play it to death purely because I was dating a girl whom I really liked but never had the balls to get past 1st base. I left it and left it to the point where she left the company we were working for and I never saw again!

To this day I regret not being a bit more assertive. But listening to that song really hit home, and it made me think of what might have been!

There’s another song, by a folk group called Bon Iver. The song is called “Holocene”. And that too sets off similar emotions of yet another girl I never really got past 1st or 2nd base with.

I blame myself of course, for being a gutless wimp back then. But it always intrigues me how certain songs can trigger such reflective memories/emotions.

How about you? Any sad songs you care to mention?

Nominated by: Technocunt

Thierry Henry (2)

He kneels for 8 minutes and 46 seconds in honour of a dead black fella he neither knew, or had anything remotely in common with.

Terry (deliberate misspelling) is a multimillionaire several times over; George was a man living on the bread line.

Terry lives in a rarefied bubble of fawning suckups; George never did, until recently.

Terry waxes lyrical about George; George wouldn’t have know Terry if he’d shot him in dead in the road.

The differences are many more than I can be bothered to highlight, other than Terry is a fucking “black warrior” so long as it suits his quest for public adoration.

Twat.

Nominated by: KiwiCunt 

Memory Lane

Memory Lane…..Mother-in-Law Style.

My mother-in-law is 90 and is still mentally alert although not in great physical shape. She likes nothing better than to chat about the good old days and, out of politeness, I have to grin and listen. My main gripe is when she talks about her time as a secretary with an American car manufacturer when she was about 21, i.e. almost SEVENTY years ago. She has recalled every quirk of some long-dead Yank boss, that incident involving a blunt pencil sharpener (“It was so funny. It was a scream!”), that Christmas kiss from a sales manager (“A randy chap, he was. Scuse my French”) under the mistletoe (“Wasn’t I naughty thing in those days after a couple of sherries?”).

Mother-in-law, much as I love you, SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Nominated by: Mr Polly

Ghislaine Maxwell (2)

I´m surprised this old pimpess hasn´t been nommed yet – or have I missed something?

Anyway, the rancid hag is finally in police custody in the US on charges of allegedly providing her former paramour, Jeffrey Epstein, with underage girls for his depraved desires. No need to point out that Epstein´s buddies included Prince Andrew, Bill Clinton and The Donald. Epstein committed suicide in a holding cell in New York last year and if you believe that you´ll believe anything.

Was Ghislaine – who according to the Netflix series on Epstein joined him in threesomes on occasion – found cowering in the corner of some cheap motel in the middle of Nebraska wearing a blonde wig and registered under a false name? After all, police have been looking for her for a year so she must have really gone out of the public view.

No, she was in a 150-acre ”rural retreat” in New Hampshire, down the road from New York. About armed 20 police arrested and handcuffed her. I would not be surprised to learn she liked that part.

Ghislaine was a “socialite”, i.e. a parasite living the life of luxury from the swindles committed by her father, Robert Maxwell – another alleged suicide. I wonder if Ghislaine will soon be found dangling by the neck from a knotted sheet in her cell.

Nominated by: Mr Polly 

and seconded by W. C. Boggs 

A poor little rich girl, woe is me, I don’t know nuffing cunting please for this plain and pricey offshoot of the estate of the late Robert Maxwell, one-time Labour(!) politician, press baron and creative user of pension funds. Ghissy can’t help her parentage (her late mum Elizabeth Maxwell, an academic who pretended to be as dim as a 2 watt light bulb where her husbands “business dealings” were concerned, but lived very comfortably off the proceeds).

A jury will decide next year whether Ghislaine was a pimp for Mr. Epstein, or not, but she will be in the slammer for a year until that decision has to be made (no doubt if found not guilty a compo claim will be made by Ghissy).

What she did or didn’t do is of no concern to me here, what does annoy me about this ugly old tart is the air of mystery and intrigue she likes to pretend. The latest ?porky? she has told is that she has a “secret” husband, whose name she will not divulge:

https://metro.co.uk/2020/07/15/ghislaine-maxwell-has-secret-husband-wont-say-who-12994428/

Apart from inheriting her fathers greasy and ugly facial features, did she inherit his capacity for telling tall stories?

Who can this blind man be? Are Prince Andrew’s eyes OK? (he arranged for the daft cunt to sit on a throne at Buckingham Palace 20 years ago (and I don’t mean the servant’s bog). Is Ghissy really that interested in men enough to marry one?. Perhaps her “husband” uses a strap-on in the bedroom.

Perhaps a few months in solitary will loosen her tongue. IF she is “married” I suspect that the marriage is of the sort enjoyed by “Lord” Adonis. All that bitch loves is money and even more money.

The Tedious Media Hatred for Trump (7)

I’m sick of hearing about him, every thing he says or does is analysed to death to find a negative spin. “Trumps left eyebrow makes racist gesture.” Sort of shit.

Give it a fucking break, listening to the media you’d think he was the most evil dictator in history’s death Obama was the second coming.

Just open your news slot with a we hate Donald Trump monologue and get it over with. I’m bored with it and I suspect most normal people are bored with it.

Nominated by: Sixdog Vomit