142 Chaired this issue by Aladdin Sane ! (All-round sad dude if ever I met one - Freak/NFA!) Firstly, I would like to point out that my being a manically depressed, cynical, bitter and twisted bastard has no connection whatsoever with this being my choice of subject for this article. I'm just so pissed off with everyone saying what a wonderful world this is when it is obviously not! If it is such a wonderful place, how come Eva Herzigova isn't knocking on my bedroom door as I write this shouting "Oh! come on, Dibz, take me down to the pub tonight, and then afterwards you can give me the best seeing-to I've ever had in the whole of the futile existence that I led before that wondrous day when I met you, Snooky-wookums!" (Okay, so maybe I'd ask her to lose the Snooky-wookums bit, I just hought it was quite cute...) (...and I suppose she could lose the "futile existence" bit too, it was a tad over the top...) (...for that matter, we wouldn't bother going down to the pub either, I'd just skip straight to giving her a bloody good going-over!...) *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Please note, girls!: I am not really this maniacal where sex is concerned in real life, I am actually a really caring and compassionate individual... ...in fact I'll do any of that mushy, romantic crap, so long as it succeeds in getting your kit off and getting you into bed for a good shafting session! *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Putting an end to this idle chatter, i will now list a number of the main points about my existence which, to be quite frank, really get my goat up... ...and when I say that, I mean that they get right on my nipple-end!... 1) How come the only girls who ever express any romantic interest in me whatsoever, are those who are about twelve years old and, furthermore, look like the back end of a horse (mind you, if you're into . bestiality, and who isn't nowadays?, the back end of a horse is quite appealing!!! 2) How come Ryan Giggs (the Bastard) is only one month older than I am, and yet he earns ten of thousands of pounds a week, and all the lasses fancy him like buggery. (Did you know that he got 2,000 valentine's cards this year? I got none! Unless you count the four I got from the Nolan Sisters (remember them?)) 3) How come I'm the only person who still takes two bottles into the shower? 4) This doesn't anooy me much but it certainly worries me, wait for it, I've got to the stage where i'm beginning to understand Guiness commercials!!! 5) Why does everybody think that Michael Barrymore is really funny? Face it! He's a PILLOCK!!! 6) How come I always get the crap kicked out of me whenever I go out? What's worse is that it makes a real mess of my pink bunny costume! 7) Naomi Campbell writing a book and releasing a record gets on my tits, just because shes a model (what a demanding profession!) she thinks that automatically makes her a top author and lyricist! I DON'T THINK SO, YOU'RE JUST A TALENTLESS BIMBO! Mind you, nice arse! 8) And finally, how come there's only one Monopolies Commission? If anybody else has any suggestions for possible grievances then KEEP THEM TO YOURSELF !!! IF I WANT YOUR OPINION, I'LL BLOODY WELL ASK !!! See you next time... As ever Aladdin Sane (1974 - 199?) P.S. Eva Herzigova, if you're reading this, I'll be in the Cellars bar in Louth on Saturday, around eight, ta ! (There, didn't I tell you - Freak...)