Profligate leftist prostitution partying from who knows where. || "It is now less and less necessary for the writer to invent the fictional content of his novel. The fiction is already there. The writer's task is to invent the reality." -- JG Ballard. || "You try running with your sagging breasts down the middle of the fucking street. People will throw a blanket over you. And grab you. And call the police. For fuck's sake." -- Germaine Greer.
You're probably right, but at least in the Apprentice they have to do things, as pointless and full of opportunities to give 110% they are.
Posted by Billy | Wednesday, March 18, 2009 11:41:00 pm
I bloody love the Apprentice. There's plenty of fun to be had with the over-oiled unctuous twits being kicked out on their sorry arses every week.
Posted by Anton Vowl | Thursday, March 19, 2009 11:04:00 am
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