to certain persons at city college manchester who, for the sake of keeping my job, must sadly remain nameless – a heartfelt christmas greeting: as i sit here with [literally!] £1,32 to my name in the bank,  debating whether to settle for a single brussels sprout for christmas dinner, or attempt to catch one of [...]

let me tell you a story of fuckwittedness, so breathtaking in its retardedness, that it would make even employees of that great evolutionary backwater, manchester city council, shake their microcephalic heads in disbelief: way back in 2003, my college arranged broadband connections for all the staff in our department,  through a company called “poptel” [which [...]

what with nearly a month or two having gone by, without my receiving some fuckwitted missive or other from my favourite institute for the terminally retarded [aka. manchester city council], i could have been forgiven for daring to hope that, in the intervening time, some kind of basic evolutionary process had kicked in down at [...]