Debtford update #345

I heard the news that Paddy Power is now worth more than the Irish banks just as I walked past this place. That one of the last two pubs on the high street is now a bookies isn’t news, most empty shopsround here seem to turn into bookies . It’s also barely worth remarking that bookmaker/stockbroker aren’t two sides of the same coin they just the same thing just one lot usually have smarter postcodes. I suppose my point such as it is that would be nice to stop turning the corner and finding the news looking me in the face.

The final days are upon us.....

"Run, run, run, run, for your lives, fools they will kill us all"

I almost feel sorry for the hollow empty chested scum who work for the Mail and Standard “the paper that hates London” now that they’ve illegally and immorally hounded Ken out of office they’re short of a bugbear or aunt sally to bash.
But fear not as Hurrah squawking and chattering from the leafy suburbia come the green menace of ring necked parakeets. Frankly if all I have to worry about is the odd cockatoo I’m a happy man. Sadly for the hate mongers at the standards “the London loathing paper of the year” the only known predators of parakeets are over weight Romanian working single lesbian mums.....

And now the good news

Hay lets’ be positive big man the suns shining, let’s do good and defeat the horrible gimps at the Mail et al with our open hearted niceness. Well if you like old clothes (sorry “vintage” dose that means they’ve got most of the wine stains out!) well those cheery happy types at Oxfam have suped up their shops with help of Alexa Chung probably (she goes out with laughing boy from the Iceland Gibbons, she’s kooky and postmodern and very now sort of thing)

So pop along here to find out more. You never know you might get some cheeky vinyl while you’re trying on some lush backless number with a pair pearl open toed sling backs.