the emotional blackmailers handbook

of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and worst by far is emotional blackmail ... the diligent practise of this subtle and ancient art creates a constantly evolving darwinistic moral vacuum in which the brightest new manipulative ideas and stratagems flourish ... and which only you, or i, can fill !

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

in case of emergency: when emotional blackmail fails ...

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Chapter Ninety Nine: In which our hero discovers the limitations of pathos ...

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There is a full moon and the bright air is filled with frost. In the nearby wood, owls cry and foxes yelp. Imagine a darkened bedroom in whi...
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Monday, March 09, 2009

i've fixed us a noticeboard, six feet high by two feet six ... in the loo ... how many postcards will it take ?

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what's the welsh for "gone coracle-ing" ?

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Sunday, March 08, 2009

and you can always use microsoft word spell checker to find out if your style is fashionably opaque

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must i run barefoot all the way down to the king's road to get some new trainers right now ?

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Friday, March 06, 2009

superheroes go bonkers in lone pine

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we went to lone pine in california once and i often check it out on the internet webby thing to see what might be happening because i'd ...

i am too weak-willed to resist sharing with you this gratuitous juxtaposition ( i )

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Thursday, March 05, 2009

real grass at liberty in sloane street

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Wednesday, March 04, 2009

cleaning the hob ... any excuse to delay the hoovering !

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Monday, March 02, 2009

we flew south ...

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... to indulge in a growing affection for roman marble

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lintels !

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beards

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and when i rule the universe, this is where you'll find us on bath nights

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the god of the nile

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it is a well-known fact that truckers make ideal artist's models

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i once knew a farmer who'd ( allegedly ) been weaned on scrumpy

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a bit of raphael

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romans tip-toeing through the ages

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