I got in from work last night and Betty was livid. I could tell because Adam and The Ants were blaring out from the stereo.
"I've recorded some of Richard and Judy for you," she said. You've got to see it. I'm so angry."
This was the cause of her ire.
"I can't believe it," I said. "Not another book deal for a blogging middle class English woman. This one sounds even worse than the rest. Speaking as a husband, son and a father..."
"You're not a father. Are you?"
"OK maybe not. But how on earth does this twat represent bloggers? I've got absolutely nothing in common with her. She calls it work! Work! It's not bloody work! It's a bleeding diversion from work! I'm going to do a post about this. About how all the published bloggers are middle class women. What about the working class male bloggers, eh? What about blogs such as...as... MY BIRD IS A SORT!"
"Or GEEZER WITH A PERMANENT HARD ON."
"FIRST BEER OF THE DAY?"
"PROUD SCOUSER IN THE COSTAS."
"WIFE IN THE DOCK."
"Yeah, what about them? Middle class wanker publishers."
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