I had intended for this to be a well-thought out commentary on current fashions, but we all know it will descend into childish name-calling and angry ranting.

In part 2 of my spleen venting extravaganza, I’ll be discussing the topic of swearing, in particular, use of that special taboo word.
In my opinion, and speaking as a hypocrite of the highest order, there is one word that will never and should never enter common usage. The infamous “c” word…

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I’m afraid you may have to bear with me here, I have a lot of venting to do, on a number of subjects…

Now, before I get started on this week’s rant, (which had the working title “I’m not a chauvinist, but…”), I’d like to get something out of the way…

Those of you who know me, or are at least paying attention, will know how much I hate Ian Chappell. He is THE biggest fuckwit in world cricket.

…it angries up the blood. Besides, I think it tastes fucking awful. Have you looked at the ingredients in it? Goats blood, spam, small child called Kevin, the entire 1952 Collingwood squad. Why the hell would I want to drink that?

This excerpt is covered in a protective coating.

I don’t know how many of have seen the documentary The Great Global Warming Swindle, and frankly, I don’t really care. The important thing is that I’ve seen it. I watched it last Thursday night on the ABC, presented by that fuckwit Tony Jones. Not the Channel 9 fuckwit, the ABC fuckwit. The doco itself was quite interesting, but the presentation pissed me off.

It is difficult to see at the moment how that would be possible. Currently, it’s 1.19pm and I’m still wearing a dressing gown – and I’m not even sick.

Rant time. Shall we begin? I’m sure you’re well-aware of the trialled extension to daylight savings planned for next year. If not, read this then get back to me.