Gilbert Gottfried, one of my all-time favorite comedians, has died aged 67 (my age ATOW), from complications caused by muscular dystrophy.
There was and is nobody more cruel and nastier than Gilbert. Here’s one example (and is VVNSFW).
And my favorite line of his, conducting an imaginary interview of Jackie Onassis:
“So… do remember what you were doing on the day..?”
I am SO going to miss him. R.I.P.
You know, it’s one thing when Olde Pharttes like me are whacked by the Rona; but this is just horrible:
Britain’s oldest pub has called time after more than 1,000 years
— due to the Covid pandemic
Ale was first served at Ye Olde Fighting Cocks in 793 but sadly the popular boozer has been unable to withstand the struggles of the past two years.
The pub in St Albans, Herts, has survived wars, plagues and previous economic crises. But landlord Christo Tofalli said he was walking away because the pandemic had been “devastating”.
He added: “I have tried everything to keep this pub going. However, the past two years have defeated all of us who have been trying our hardest to ensure the pub could continue. It goes without saying I am heartbroken.”
The much-loved landlord, who has run the venue for a decade, has been inundated with messages of support from around the world since his company went into administration.
“Messages of support?” What about financial support?
Here’s yet another reason I would like to win a huge lottery: I’d buy The Fighting Cocks (was there ever a name better chosen to get the hippies upset?), run it at a loss until business picked back up, and then give it back to the owner, who seems to be more than a decent sort.
And don’t talk to me about having the National fucking Trust step in to save this historic building. First thing these wokist twats would do is change the name (because animal croolty), and then ban the sale of booze on the property. Fuckers.
No, the Brits need to get behind this most excellent cause, with the rallying cry of
It deserves no less.
Here’s an interesting headline:
The sequence of events on set that led to Alec Baldwin accidentally shooting and killing cinematographer Halyna Hutchins remains unclear but there are a handful of options.
…none of which are relevant.
Look, I know that Alec Baldwin has the mental capacity of a bag of cement, so all that follows below is wasted on him. But here are the simple rules which, had they been followed in sequence, would have prevented Baldwin from shooting an innocent bystander. They are universally known to us serious gun owners as “Cooper’s Rules” (after the late and much-missed Col. Jeff Cooper):
RULE I: ALL GUNS ARE ALWAYS LOADED
Had Baldwin known anything at all about guns (he clearly doesn’t), he would have checked to see whether the round loaded in the gun was live or a blank (they look completely different from each other).
RULE II: NEVER LET THE MUZZLE COVER ANYTHING YOU ARE NOT WILLING TO DESTROY
Had Baldwin not been a complete tit (he is), he would also have made sure that the gun was pointed in a direction where no one was standing, or else told whoever was standing in front of him to get out of the line of fire, even if he had made sure the gun was loaded only with a blank.
Cooper’s last two rules are not relevant to this tragic story, but nevertheless, here they are:
RULE III: KEEP YOUR FINGER OFF THE TRIGGER UNTIL YOUR SIGHTS ARE ON THE TARGET
RULE IV: BE SURE OF YOUR TARGET
And that’s all that need be said.
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