Tuesday, 10 January 2017

And the "Snowflake of the Century" Award goes to...

For those of us who aren't as fantastically well-educated as poor, cowering, fearful, Trumpophobic Ned...
phenotype phe·no·type (fē'nə-tīp') n. The observable physical or biochemical characteristics of an organism, as determined by both genetic makeup and environmental influences. The expression of a specific trait, such as stature or blood type, based on genetic and environmental influences.
Despite his claim to be a "straight...guy", I wonder if Ned can actually phenotypically pass for male? Or whether that might "trigger" the other non-white, non-Southern, testosterone-deficient snowflakes he no doubt hangs out with, and send them all shrieking to the nearest safe space?

They walk among us. They really do.


  1. Oh come on. What's unusual about that? Last time I had the plumber in to sort out a blocked drain, I asked him straight up whether the "Bonk like a Bastard" tattoo on his right forearm indicated a predilection for ambiguous social interactions likely to induce existential self-analysis of an unpredictable and potentially life-changing nature in his clientele. After we had taken an hour or two to establish a common understanding of the nature of my misgivings, he was kind enough to point me to the logo on the side of his company vehicle: "Drains R'Us - Providing a Mutually Re-Enforceable Safe Space for Your Turd Removal Solutions." There followed a series of bangings, knockings and plunging noises of a reassuringly industrious nature, plus breaks of indeterminate length for cigarettes and the placing of bets.

    Well OK, the plumbing problem has now backed up into my sink but I feel reassured about the essential decency of the working classes, at a cost of only £400 plus call-out charge.

    1. The last plumber we employed had the logo "We'll give your U-bend a right seeing to!" on the side of the van with "Twice the Price for Tory/UKIP bastards!" underneath. Cost me a fortune, and it still hurts whenever I sit down.