Something for the Weakened

Diss Appointment

Friday, June 8th, 2007 by

I was passing by my old local comic shop yesterday, which always tugs slightly at the old heartstrings. There it stood, scabby sign still proclaiming it’s former glories, it’s windows all boarded up. But wait, something caught my eye. One window was unboarded. And from beneath the glass – colours. Bright, garish colours! My eye alighted closer and took in the detail. Could this be some enterprising youth reopening the building for it’s one true purpose? Was it directions to some new emporium still situated within walking distance and not twenty-five miles North? No, of course it wasn’t. It was a poster advertising the coming of roy chubby fucking brown (I spurn your capitals vasey. Spurn them I say!). How are the mighty fallen. Actually, that’s a question isn’t it? Well, I don’t know the answer. What am I, Jesus? Oh yeah, of course. I forgot.

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