hero of the day: Derren Brown
And another thing... this tosser has become something of a Jesus figure to all the pampered, right-on, flip-flop wearing art students that infest this town. They reckon he's a bit of a hero.
Let me tell you this.
He is not a hero.
He is a waste of fucking oxygen.
Whilst this numbskull hangs around Parliament Square generating incredible body odours, the war goes on. Does anybody really give a shit? Do the insurgents in Fallujah dream of getting the money together so they can get on a plane and thank this dickwad personally?
They are far too busy blowing up children and screaming prayers of thanks to their mad god (who seems to be gaining popularity there of late... always a bad sign).
Brian, mate, do me the service of listening to me just for a moment and follow these three easy steps.
1.Get a fucking job.
Then you will have money to buy soap.
2.When you have bought soap, send the change to one of the many charities that are doing great things to actively HELP the people of Iraq.
Of course, idiot plod have turned this cockweed into a martyr by tearing his papier mache construct down as he slept (nice one boys!) and the slimey bastards in Westminster have spent months and thousands of pounds trying to legally get rid of him (I imagine they will revert to the illegal option if that fails... that's how it usually goes). But since when did that lot have the first idea about common sense?
If you want to be a hero, Brian, sign up with Peter Tatchell's crew and go and do some REAL protesting against some REAL nasties. Where were you when Tatch was getting his head kicked in by Russian skinheads at a protest for gay rights in Moscow? Where were you when Tatch was folded over sixteen times by Robert Mugabe's thugs and posted back to us in a jiffy bag?
Oh, I know... sitting in a tent, waving a placard saying: "Keep my children safe"
Are your children safe, Brian?
Of course, you wouldn't know, because you're not at home looking after them.
Where you should be.