The Daily Moaner

What is the Daily Moaner about? I wish I knew.  It started out as an acorn of an idea, which over the past year has grown into an enormous elm.  Yes, you did read that right. Pay attention.

The Daily Moaner Offices

I wanted to share with others my love of surrealist art, my appreciation of off-beat stories, my outrage at political events. Since it began in September 2009, the political content has grown, due mainly to a huge amount of political corruption being exposed. It’s been such fun, being able to call them bastards, right out loud. Also to depict them as the animals I thought most resembled their qualities, though I still haven’t decided whether Mandelson is some sort of lizard, or a snake.  Or maybe a toad… What d’you think?

Grizelda (in Swine-Flu Mask) Works on an Early Version of Windows

At the same time, I wanted to entertain, to amuse, to shock . Aided by my faithful friend and occasional fellow-poster Grizelda, we’ve put together what we hope is an entertaining slant on current affairs. Some people have expressed doubt that Zelda and myself actually exist at all!  Can you imagine that?  I hope these pictures will put that doubt to rest.

My friends and family, those I’ve told about the Daily Moaner, have reacted weirdly. One said all this criticism of politicians  was old hat, had “all been done before”, as though from now on we should all keep quiet, as criticism had gone out of fashion. Another said flat-out that “blogs aren’t my thing” and as far as I know, has never bothered to read it.

But most have simply ignored it.  Hey-ho!  Such is life.  Grizelda and I will continue. Prophets are famously ignored by their nearest and dearest.

Apart from writing the content, we have to face continual challenges from our mortal enemy, Rupert Murdoch.  It is because of the Daily Moaner that the Dirty Digger has, in recent times, been bewailing the fact that the inter-tubes are mostly free.  His latest plan is that we should all pay for our news. He has apparently not realised that the so-called “news ” is no more than dressed-up gossip.

Daily Moaner Computer Room

 Having wasted billions on computerised set-ups in Wapping and the like, Murdoch cannot now compete with more sophisticated operations, like the Daily Moaner head offices, pictured here.

Please help the fight by giving Murdoch’s rags the heave-ho, and reading the Daily Moaner.  Our satire contains more truth than most of the lies you can read in the Sun  or the Times .

Astute readers may have gathered, by the way, that your rather macho editor and Grizelda both live in the 1920′s, in that golden period between the wars, when everyone was sepia coloured. (In your innocence, you may have thought that was due to the film used – it wasn’t.  We really were  that colour.)

We spend our free time mostly attending Royal garden parties during the day, or exhibiting our fox-trotting skills at a tea-dance.  Afternoons may be spent helping the poor at a soup kitchen, or running a sale-of-work. Evenings are for relaxation, doing a crossword puzzle perhaps, or for real excitement listening to the new wireless set on station 2LO.  Though they are going to change the name to the British Broadcasting Company.  I wonder how long that  will last!

Most weekends are spent at the little 14-bedroom place we have in the country, supervising the staff and gazing awestruck at the peacocks as they graze nibble peck on the lawn.  Until recently we held house-parties, inviting famous personalities down to stay, but the poor things kept getting murdered in the most horrible  circumstances. Luckily, that funny little Belgian was able to spot the killer every time.

Ah well… I must go now. It is time for my daily medications.