Nobby the Northern Dinosaur
Nausea, Dizziness, Maoism and Loose Stools
Nimen hao! You all right? Nobby the Dinosaur And Defender Of The People here.
Fucking Pills. The Consultant started me on this New Course. Tablets the Size of Wine Gums. For a Trial Period, see how I Get On. Not Only have they been Lying At The Back Of A Cupboard For Fifty Years (more likely to Work With my Old Fashioned DNA, whatever the Fuck that is - Hospital Talk for Arse?).
As Well as that, the Side Effects are Nausea, Dizziness, Maoism and Loose Stools. I could Fucking Murder a Chinese.
I for Fucking One am at a Loss to explain why the Industrial-Military-Corporatist Media Triumphalist Sham, i.e The Olympic Games, is being held in Fucking China.
The Olympic Fucking Yankee Charade can KISS MY FUCKING PEOPLE'S REPUBLIC RIGHT IN THE CRACK.
In the Old Days, you knew Where You Were. It was either Running Over Roofs to catch Reactionary Burglars, Brainwashing Them and then Having A Laugh Together on a Tractor.
Or the Funeral of a Kiddie in Wigan, at a Time when there Weren't That Many Cars About. Roof of the Fucking Church leaked. And the Only Sandwiches Afterwards were Egg And Cress, Cheese or Paste. Nine. That's no Life, is it?
No, I think it were the Other One, the Roofs One, with the birds in like Silk Pyjamas and me in my Dressing Gown. Marxism-Leninism-Mao Tse-tung Thought Into Action On Behalf Of The Proletariat on a Friday Night. Strippers.
Dancing, to Proper Fucking Tunes Mind, e.g The Three Directives. Cheap Ale. Bag of Chicken Feet on the way home, then Fuck some Slag.
Now it's all Oh Aye Olympic Fucking Games With Cutaway Costumes. Revisionist Cunts coming over here. Stealing our Fucking Medals. Slags...Pies...Approved By Local Tribunal, once!
Good Fucking News for Our Tibetan Friends, I'm sure, but whatever happened to the Fucking Struggle to Repulse Black People and their Deviationist Attempt to Reverse the Verdicts of the Great Proletarian Cocksucking Cultural Revolution?
Fucking Gays. Don't get me started.
In for Observation for an Hour or So, Cup of Tea afterwards, No Sandwich. At One Point I Felt Like Succumbing to the Fallacies and Absurdities of Non-Chinese Revolutionary Culture. Luckily, Common Sense Prevailed and I Surrendered to the Hospital Police.
I hope that's been of some help. Cheerio!
