Be honest, usually works better when you don't use a picture of a Brazilian model. Rhuan Favoretto.

Perhaps, JT is a big fan. You would think with all that vetting involving closets and wardrobes someone might have spotted something.

The last repost. The Lake District. Barkley's that is. Signposting for the enemy.

Thanks to Entropy I got a new coat. Donate. Donate. Donate. Now that's what I call activism.

Alms for Entropy Alternative. Buy me a coffee, pint or laser tattoo removal and I wil do the best I can to make no progress at all. Just donate.

Gin soaked Teignmouth tart loses RO role to ex NHS manager from Swindon.

The flap of a butterfly's wings.

Escape from Pontefract. Can she outsprint sprinter?

The butcher of Broxburn wants your Rolex. Want some tongue with your Tag Heuer he whispered into the ear of the care worker from Ayrshire.

When I said I do I didn't mean Big Evie and her juicy cutlets.

The butcher just lounging in his bathrobe with two teenage friends , Pimples and Rashid. Telling tales about how he lost his cherry to several pounds of liver. The randiest man in the abattoir

"The croupier years". Coming soon tales from the gambling halls and betting shops of Leeds. The truth about Sprinter's Eva Braun. With exclusive interviews from the 4th best toilet cleaner in Pudsey, Julie H and little sis, Emma. They didn't call her the bicycle of Beckett for nothing.

The number one tune for Stuttering Sammy at the Bay Horse.

The cult prepare the accounts for HMRC. Put your hand up if you forgot to add VAT to the merch?

Is it because a student who got a first in education studies thinks London has a beach? Or could it be same student thinks reading a broadsheet everyday for the week is equatable to fully comprehending, Sein und Zeit.

Granny Kathleen reacts badly to the news that Entropy did not deliver the usual $250 that Howler Monkey was accustomed to. No gravlax this week Granny

And it was in this moment Sprinter finally understood himself and came to the realisation that a whole bunch of idiots would donate, donate and donate to keep him from ever getting a proper job. He had fully platypus anchovied his way to the top

Pentiti Adder Limited

I have learned to hate all traitors, and there is no disease that I spit on more than treachery. Especially the podgy pockmarked ones.

What now, Howler Monkey?

The party’s over,

the lights are off,

the crowd’s gone,

the night’s gone cold,

what now, Howler Money?

what now, you?

you without a name,

who mocks the others,

you who write doggerel

who love,  megaphone protest?

what now, Howler Money?


You have no virtue,

you have no speech

you have no affection,

you can’t drink,

you can’t smoke,

you can’t even spit,

the night’s gone cold,

the day didn’t come,

the tram didn’t come,

laughter didn’t come

utopia didn’t come

and everything ended

and everything fled

and everything rotted

what now, Howler Monkey?


what now, Howler Monkey?

Your empty words,

your instance of coop fever,

your feasting and fasting,

your library,

your gold mine,

your glass suit,

your incoherence,

your hate—what now?


Key in hand

you want to open the door,

but no door exists;

you want to die in the sea,

but the sea has dried;

you want to go to Albion

but Albion is no longer there.

Howler Monkey, what now?


If you screamed,

if you moaned,

if you played

a Viennese waltz,

if you slept,

if you tired,

if you died…


Alone in the dark

like a wild animal,

without tradition,

without a naked wall

to lean against,

without a black horse

that flees galloping,

you march, Howler Monkey

Howler Monkey, where to?

"With thee watch. I psycho Seiko solemnly swear to get a very stiff bezel. I hereby acknowledge selling one of my expensive watches would fund 8 billion leaflets about squirrels. Hope my new friends don't ask about the method of slaughter we use."