The Daily Moaner

July 19, 2010

The Fat Lady Dances

Filed under: Satire — Tags: — lenko @ 11:06 am

The Light FantasticHard upon the heels of the news that Ed Balls will be appearing on “How to Look Good Naked “, we hear that Ann Widdecombe will be put through her paces on “Strictly Come Dancing “.  This could almost be described as unreality TV, and the song “Stately as a Galleon ” begins playing in one’s head.

But maybe this is the way things will be going, given the cuts the coalition will surely demand of programme makers. This will be the new formula — find a popular show format, fill it with ageing has-been celebrities who will charge pea-nuts to keep their faces on the box, and — bingo!  Cheaper and cheaper progs. Already, Jonathan Woss has cleared his desk at the Beeb, where he weally wan the highest wanking show on Wadio Two. Some possibilities come to mind…

  • How about Mandelson and Reinaldo, on “Mr and Mr “?
  • Gunther von Hagen to perform Autopsy and plastination of next talentless celeb to die of an overdose, on CSI Basildon .
  • Blue Peter presenters to make their own celeb from toilet rolls and sticky-back tape.
  • Piers Morgan stars in An Audience with… no taste .
  • Catherine Zeta Jones and Michael Douglas to be contestants on The Generation Game .

Further suggestions welcome…

July 18, 2010

Moral Underground

Filed under: Satire — Tags: — lenko @ 9:14 pm

In what can only be described as a badly-needed public service, The Poke website has come up with an underground map of the Daily Mail’s priorities.  Scroll down for the map and click to get the whole thing.  They also have a poster — sizes and prices not available at the moment.

Headline Generator

Early Daily Mail Steam-Powered Headline Generator

It is now easy to see how so-called “stories” are originated. For years the Mail has been posing as a newspaper, despite rumours that many of its headlines were formulaic, and generated by a steam-powered machine in the basement.  Now we know why.

On the map below, it is plain how Mail “journalists” have generated tittle-tattle for us to read.  However, we have no idea who Malcolm Gladwell is, and we’re not going to look.  It is also rather puzzling that the red Media Scum line has no station for P. Dacre, but perhaps he lives out of town.

Now, Daily Moaner staff are furiously concocting the story-to-end-them-all, containing elements from every station, from “Sick Filth ” in the far North to “George Galloway ” in the South.   This herculean task will take time, but will repay our efforts if, at the end, the Daily Mail implodes through jealousy.

Readers (if we have any) are urged to send in their contributions, possibly explaining why to get from Roast Beef to Etonian Playboys, it is necessary to change at Paris Hilton.

Whole Map Medium Large

Entire Map, Medium Large

July 16, 2010

Make Your Own Pound

Filed under: British Politics — Tags: , — lenko @ 9:19 pm

While most of us have been shuddering at the thought of a naked Ed Balls, or busy hanging Mandelson‘s book on the wall of the outside loo, the world of currencies and super-finance has been working itself up into a tizzy. The Daily Moaner economics guru seems to have fled, leaving only a note saying “We’re Doomed!  Doomed, I tell you! “ 

Berkshares

Berkshares Banknotes

It seems that nobody has any confidence in anyone else.  The banks have no confidence in Greece, Spain, Italy or indeed any other countries.  The countries have no confidence in the banks or each other.  The banks have no confidence in other banks.  Nobody wants to lend, for fear of not getting the money back.  Everyone waits for someone to blink first. And the indebtedness is no longer reported in billions, but trillions.

Meanwhile, the Euro is widely predicted to tremble and fall.  The US is not safe, especially if they start pricing oil in another currency than the almighty dollar.  What to do for the best?  The answer — start your own currency.

In Berkshire County, Mass, the local economy is using BerkShares, its own currency which has an exchange rate of ninety-five cents on the dollar. It’s proving successful after four years in operation.  Don’t believe us?  Read about it here.  And in New York, Ithaca region has another currency — Ithaca Hours.  We’re told there are many others in the States, the land of Freedom and Paranoia.

Chiembauer

We Take Chiembauer

In Germany, where the populace is fed up with being regarded as a cash cow by the  EU, local currencies are springing up fast, there currently being more than twenty of them, all recognised as legal tender.  In Prien, Bavaria, they have the Chiembauer.  There are hundreds of these local currencies springing up all over the globe.

Just imagine… the London Pound, exchangeable only within the City limits… bearing its unforgeable portrait of Boris, arms round two or more lovelies.

Coming soon…

Naked Balls

Filed under: British Politics,Famous Wankers — Tags: — lenko @ 2:04 pm

LabourList  (we read it for the totty) has filed a story so disgusting that we can hardly bring ourselves to tell you.  Although, of course, we will.

Ed Balls

Ed Strips Off

It seems that, in the prevailing spirit of do-anything- to-get-on-TV, a certain Edward Balls has agreed to appear on a BBC show called “How to Look Good Naked”.  No, straight up, we swear it’s true.  You can read about it here.

Finished bringing it all up now? Just keep your head between your knees and breath deeply.  Yes, it is  an offensive image. And yes it will  take time to fade.

The Balls campaign believes this is a leadership-election winner, though putting Yvette up might be a better idea.  But don’t worry — there is no actual nakidity nakidtude nakedness involved, as the programme promises naked people in its title, but doesn’t deliver.  So — perfect for New Labour, then.  No change there.

Host Gok Wan, who has become famous by having an unusual name plus a really stupid hair-do, will be asking him questions about his choice of clothes. Ed will be blinking a lot and doging the questions.  No change there, either.

Con-Lib plans for Eric Pickles to appear on the show have been shelved for the moment.

Mandelslime

Filed under: British Politics,Famous Wankers — Tags: — lenko @ 1:17 pm
Slime Mould

Mandelson

You will already be aware that slime moulds have a function in the scheme of things. Wikipedia (which is never wrong) says that they feed on micro-organisms who live within dead wood.  (I think we have a picture somewhere to show you). 

These micro-thingies eat the wood, and when they are finished, the slime moulds come along and gorge themselves on the micro-wotsits, who are too fat to run away.  (Stop us if we’re being too technical.) 

Probably something eats the slime mould, too, but our research department fell asleep. 

The point being, even the lowly slime mould has some sort of important function in clearing up the debris.

Green Custard

Slime Mould

So it is with Peter (we refuse to say Lord) Mandelson.  It is hard to imagine any pair of human beings giving birth to this grey-faced lying bastard ex-spin-doctor, ex Cabinet Minister, ex-Brussels bureaucrat, ex-this-that-and-the-other.  No, he is definitely more aligned to the slime mould.  But does he have any sort of real function?  The Daily Moaner argues that he does.

The micro-organisms in this analogy are the usual suspects — Brown, Blair, Campbell, Whelan, the Miliband gang, Balls, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. They have been feeding on the dead wood of the old Labour Party for thirteen years. Most of them have gorged their taste for money until they, too,  are too fat to run, Blair in particular being weighed down by his bags of gold.

And now Mandelson — in his book The Third Slime-Mould  — is gorging his  taste for treachery on them. He tells us astounding things — things we would never have believed if they had not issued from such fastidious and lizard-like lips. Blair was an ineffective and money mad leader, Brown was a grumpy tyrant, everyone else was a tosspot, and Mandy, wonderful Mandy,  was the ring-master keeping the circus going.

That’s it. The whole plot, in one paragraph. No of course  we haven’t read it.  But you can smell shit from quite a distance… and we advise you to follow our lead.  Or wait a week until it’s remaindered at a penny a throw — cheap fuel for the Aga.

One worrying thing though… we had  thought we were safe from Mandelson reproducing, one of his other tastes being for younger men.  But Wikipedia (I think we mentioned it was never  wrong) claims that slime moulds reproduce by producing spores.

Minds of the nation… start boggling NOW.

July 15, 2010

Get Your Priorities Right!

Filed under: Men of God — Tags: — lenko @ 8:04 pm

The Daily Moaner brings you not one, not two, but three — yes, three ! — stories from the heart of Vatican City, the enclave of Rome which controls the lives of 1.1 billion superstitious people believers throughout the world.

First, there are new rules which slam shut the stable door on paedophile priests.  And only several years after said priests fled, died, or were promoted.  Isn’t that great?  All will be well from now on, lessons have been learned and corners turned, and the Vatican very much hopes we can stop talking about it now and move on.

Next up, it seems that as well as molesting kids, the Vatican itself is slowly killing them.  Or rather, the kids who live within a six-mile radius of the building itself, with its Radio Vatican transmitter. Ordered by the court, a survey has shown that the electromagnetic waves put out by the station correlate very strongly with a higher risk of leukemia and lymphoma in children. 

Benedict XVI

I'm So Gorgeous

Naturally the station director and Vatican spokesman, Federico Lombardi has dismissed this, saying that this link has not been established by “international scientific literature on the subject “.  NOW  you want to rely on science?

But third, the Vatican has said in a recent statement that the ordination of women “is a crime against the faith “.  Of course it is.  And everything is women’s fault too.  That is why they must not be allowed control of their own bodies.

Nice to have a sense of priorities…

July 11, 2010

Sorry — No Kalamari

Filed under: Bloody Sport! — Tags: — lenko @ 10:02 pm

Paul the Octopus can breathe again as he watches the World Cup Final from the liquid safety of his tank.  His predictive record is 100% sucessful, and Spain are the proud new holders of the cup.  A sterile and foul-filled ninety minutes were followed by a sterile and foul-filled thirty minutes.  It was all slightly less interesting than snail racing.

Paul the Octopus

Sorry -- Kalamari is off

The match ended with a Spanish goal in extra time,  and already the pundits are beginning their dreary analyses of the action, which will go on for days and days and bloody days… After two weeks of bloody tennis , and four weeks of bloody football , the Beeb are now gearing themselves up for bloody golf .

But hopefully, Paul has been saved from a fate worse than football.  So…

Spain 1 — Netherlands 0.  And no kalamari tonight.

July 8, 2010

We’re Shocked — Shocked, We Tell You!

Filed under: America,Smut — Tags: — lenko @ 1:04 pm

Staff at the Daily Moaner are reeling at the news which has reached them, (three months late as usual).  Just like yourselves, we can hardly wait for our copy of the Daily Utah Chronicle , the student paper at the University of Utah, and were aghast that it hadn’t arrived.

Now, tipped off by a post on modern journalism at Anna Raccoon’s site, (which you should read), we can bring you the story.

As you may know, when the senior staff of the Chronicle  graduate and leave the campus, it has become traditional for their farewell messages to appear in columns, where the drop-caps spell out a naughty word.  Wow — student humour, eh? Gotta love it.   (Though our very own Flanders and Swann did this sort of thing years ago, with their song “Pee, Po, Belly, Bum, Drawers !”)

Drop Caps

Quick! The Smelling Salts!

In previous years, the aforesaid rude words have included BALLSBITCH,  TWAT and  CUM. (Actually, they did CUM twice, which isn’t always easy).  More detail in this story from the Salt Lake City Weekly.

This year’s offering though, apparently has gone too far for the University administration.  With nine of the staff graduating, the words selected were PENIS and… um…  well, see for yourself.  Though the two words do seem… fitting… in some subtle way.

At first, it seemed as though the administration would refuse the diplomas at graduation, but after a somewhat terse interview with the Dean, all has been forgiven, and the students can go on to glittering American careers in water-boarding, usury and election-vote-rigging, etc.

Incidentally, the Daily Utah Chronicle  is well worth reading, much better value for money than any of our English newspapers.  We hate to say anything good about the Americans, but they definitely have the edge on us with this.

July 6, 2010

Scrabblin’ on Facebook

Filed under: Rants — Tags: — lenko @ 12:47 pm

Your editor is a Scrabble fan, and uses F*c*b**k most days to play against the Daily Moaner’s Spanish correspondent.  (Her English is fairly poor, but that is only because she comes from Bristol ).  Having said that, she is  in the lead, having won 17 games to my 15.  Flukes obviously.

Forced advert

You WILL Look at this Ad!

But now a terrible thing has happened to spoil this innocent pasttime.  The arrogant bastards marketing wizards at F*c*b**k have decided that before you can actually begin playing, you are going to look at an advert. 

A large darkened area is cast over the screen, through which you can glimpse the board.  (We stole the screen capture from Geek Rant)  An advert is shown in the centre of this area.  At the top, a countdown commences, starting at 30 seconds (though these are F*c*b**k seconds as they can often “stick” on a number for a while). The whole process can take up to a whole infuriating minute, possibly leading to an increase in the number of axe murders.

This is an advert you are forced to put up with!  F*c*b**k have decided, in their wisdom, that if you are going to continue to ignore their previous ads, they are going to MAKE  you watch them.  Or do ve haf to put ze manacles on you ?

F*c*b**k is a piece-of-shit social networking site, which helps to spread happiness immaturity around the planet.   Members can keep friends up-to-date with the exciting happenings in their lives, such as “I just had a pee “, or “I just had another pee” .

Members can collect these “friends”, so they can boast that they have a thousand close friends who they have known for days .  They can go on collecting until everyone on the planet is a friend.  (Except me.  I am not their friend, to be collected like a postage stamp.)

All even vaguely humorous remarks MUST have “lol” written after them, in case someone should not recognise them as a joke.  This is compulsory. If they do not write “lol”, their heads will explode.

The only good thing the Daily Moaner knows about F*c*b**k was Scrabble.  (It kept me quiet until my next lucid period).  And now they have ruined it.  Users are leaving in droves.  If you are a disgruntled Scrabbler, you can complain about it here.  But they won’t give a fuck for what YOU think.

Death to F*c*b**k!!!

June 28, 2010

Border-Line Paranoia

Filed under: America — Tags: — lenko @ 1:59 pm

 Meanwhile, a million miles from the World Cup and Wimbledon…

Voices in my Head T-shirtThe voices in American heads continue to inspire fear and hatred of all things “un-American “, and any tiny imagined threat to “the American way of life “, (i.e. big fuel-guzzling cars, invading countries, swaggering, boasting, and generally being a pain in the arse to the rest of the planet.)

Recently we had Rand Paul, who hopes to be a Senator for Kentucky, announcing on his web-site that he planned “an underground electric fence ” at the US-Mexican border, with helicopter stations to respond quickly to any breaches of the border.

Gotta keep them pesky Spanish-speaking Mexicans out. They’ll dig their way to the fence and then sizzle.  Or the underground helicopters’ll get ‘em.

Then there’s Alyssa Thomas.  This home-bred terrorist is on the no-fly list maintained by the department of Homeland Security. One wrong move and she’ll be banged up in Gitmo. Which seems a bit rough for a six-year old, but Homeland Security know what they’re doing. Don’t they?  Anyway, they admit she’s on the list, and say she’s going to stay  on it too. Alyssa admits one of her favourite things is “jumping on my bed”.  Definitely a terrorist.

Now we have Texas (yes, it would be ) Representative, Louie Gohmert.  Apart from having a comical deep south accent and a shiny bald head, Louie is barking mad, and would very much like everyone else to be, too. Here he is on the subject of “terrorist babies”.  (Please note — these babies are free!  Yes, folks, FREE!) 

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