Wednesday, October 25, 2006


What's up peeps. Unfortunately things are a bit fucked up around here right now as I just got the following in the mail:

Dear IOYC,

I suppose you think you're pretty good, what with your Web Page. Well let me tell you something - I think you suck heaps. In fact I know more facts than you and am a better Journalist. How do you like that? Me telling you how it is?

Also, I'd probably be able to beat you in a game of Chess or Badminton or even fucking Rounders, if you want.

Yours Sincerely,


All I can think is either:

(a) Pissed off ex-cop with axe to grind (a perennial favourite); or
(b) A perennial favourite.

'That Casio has a lean and hungry look'

Anyway I'm not letting it get to me, luckily I have developed flawless techniques of Aero Fighting, shitloads of Self-Esteem etc. I'm just remembering what one of my Mentors told me some day when we were probably like fishing in straw hats or some shit: "If you wrassle with a Pig, you both get covered in Muck, hey BTW sweet straw hat 'a Younger IOYC' what say we blow this fishing off and maybe wrassle maybe naked nahmean."

Shit Mentor.


Blogger Sam said...

there's something very eastern bloc about that synth artist. same with pig wrassling..

5:51 PM  
Blogger Adam said...

Don't worry about Jobe, he is all Words (bones, muscles, bloods; so many words).

4:40 PM  
Blogger Enfant Pas Terrible said...

Glad to see you back, IOYC, it's only you and tawny port and casual sex that stops me killing myself - and fear of death, obv!

4:18 PM  

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