Well its certainly been a while, my how things have changed, last time i was blogging computers were all made out of wood and powered by oil. Now look at us, hovering around on i-float 6's eating digital crisps and enjoying a wider range of online grumble than at any point in mans history - Darwin would be proud as shit.
First off, if your unfortunate enough to happen on this half-arsed festival of ignorance you had better know the back story. Well first off there is me, i'm a mush from the delightful garrison town of Aldershot, this takes care of the geographical aspects of my blogs title. Second of all there is what i type, a cocktail of dumbness shaken in a cup of retarded glass and served in a mug of double-you-tea-eff. Third of all there is the point to this back story.
I have always been an absurd human being, and due to some level of schadenfreude on my part i used to write down my thoughts and publish them in a blog. Some people read it, probably as part of some great study in to incoherent jibberings. Most people ignored it, and who can blame them. Anyway, this blog was called the Aldershot Woes and basically it was my curmudgeonly thoughts on some story i had read or some tepid life experience i had partaken in. Anyway that's the back story, and to summarize i used to write a blog called the Aldershot Woes, its just me thinking about stuff but with words and not thoughts and now i am going to do that again for no good reason.
So then, that concludes the first chapter of this new series of blogs, The Aldershot Woes Again. That's about the standard you can expect, i'm no Dave Shakespeare. I'll keep writing them though and you will notice they will follow the same structure, be of little interest to anyone and leave you feeling dirty inside, you know that feeling you have right after the hooker dies and your adrenalin drops.... wait.... what?
Woe.
First! Here's the back sorry to this the most iconic and dumbest of post-a-comments.....'first'
ReplyDeleteI happened across robbo Robson blog, you tell me it was four years ago, rba, but i find that hard to believe because thats so long ago that aldershot were still in the league and that would now make me....oh shit....
Anyways i happened across this funny blog on the intetweb and there wrre exotic creatures in the comments section who i still struggle to see as anything other than mythical beasts like the chimera or other half monkey half chimp creatures in seventeenth century travel books by people like marco van polo ....the barber people of buxton, a madman named zootmac, an irish prankster named gazutd and enture lost tribes of football exiles in oz, holland, usa, all come to gloat that they weren't still in shitty old England and bequeathing their quips and opinionated opinions regarding safs selection policy or the woes of the England team upon the world. A few characters with mental health issues, such as jdr who couldn't seem to get over the idea that robbo wasn't his real name. Some genuinely evil bastards too. The ones you got to know all came from somewhere shithole populated by criminals and skanks but left as soon as they could looking back only for the football and pies.
All but one. One stood out as more authentic than the rest. One who still lived in the shit. One wittier than the rest...ladies and gentleman i give you....the Russell brand of Aldershot Mr RBA take a bow old son. welcome bavk (again)
Yes any way, i read the ramblings of this strange bunch and laughed and then one day, it was like surprising santa in flagrante delicto when youre four, i happened across the pristine emptiness of the comments section and i did what i had never done. I posted s comment on the internet to be read by a bunch of compete fucking strangers as if i knew them. I wrote 'first'.
I'm still proud of that moment and commemorate it here.
I like to think of RBA as the glue that holds the pie together.
ReplyDeleteA man to inspire flights of fancy into the world of gibberish.
So there you go RBA,I see you as heated animal bone.
Sorry.
Back by Woe Demand.
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