Blogmarch's veterinerarian correspondent brings news of events that are sending shockwaves through the pet cremation business. Incinerating animals is costed on strictly per-carcass basis, you see. It seems that certain crafty animal quacks have been caught trying to present the hollowed out corpse of a great dane, stuffed with the bodies of smaller animals. It's Hugh Fearnley Whittingtall filtered through Six Feet Under.
Now that is news. Perhaps the esteemed editor of the Manchester Guardian could squeeze in a few stories of animal-stuffing scams and the like, at the expense at the much derided, much shit Zoe Williams? Having rinsed out the tatties of her previous USP - 'I work at home' - she has now moved onto the thrilling, as yet uncharted, territory of 'I use a bicycle'. Today, she brings insights such as 1] Avoid Oxford Street, better to cycle along one of the roads that run parallel to it; 2] When cycling west to east in south London, you can avoid Elephant and the Bricklayers' Arms; 3] Your bike is relatively likely to get nicked if you leave it outside Paddington station. Gah. The question is, how many spirit- sapping, self-obsessed, ignorant, opinionated ninnies could you fit into Zoe Williams, then render into ashes? Theoretically? And no, smarty pants, Blogmarch would not fit inside this particular cadaver.
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1 comment:
Too right blogmarch Zoe Williams writes utter drivel every bloody week. She's a prolific producer of poorly written smug filler pieces on any subject with a vaguely light-hearted theme. She is the Fiona Phillips of the Guardian. Someone's who's continual employ never ceases to amaze in the face of her utter inanity. Makes you wonder if she's got some serious dirt on Rusbridger that's keeping her there.
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