A Healthy Dollop of Schadenfreude : Thatcher's Deid!!

Mr. Charles Dickens, no less, late of Rochester, Kent once opined that "It Was the Best of Times, It Was the Worst of Times" but we here gathered in the 'Diary of a Pop-Slop Nobody' Editing Suite do not concur! For surely, these are simply the worst of times! Was it not ever thus for lowly folks such as the S t o n E d H o l y B L o g g e R....but today, I must admit, there's an all too perceptible upturning at the corners of the
S t o n e d H o l y C h a t t e r H o l e...I...errrr...think it's called a SMILE!! 

It's true, the S t o n e H o l y C o u n t e n a n c e is not usually troubled by such things; wearing as it does a gravely chiselled expression, placed there upon it by wasted years of tirelessly chippin' awa' at this Pop Slop Mallarkey for scant reward! So, yes, the
S t o n e d H o l y B r o w is mostly found Furrowed Deeply & Darkly Shadowed ;  it's bleedin' hard work lugging 'round all my baggage of Resentment & Bitterness, I can tell yi!! Old Jacob Marley hasn't got as look-in! But today the onus on these Discontented & Heavily Burdened S t o n e d H o l y S h u d d e r s has lightened somewhat with the news that

THATCHER'S DEID!!

My guess is that the Blogosphere is right this Holy Beat Moment ablaze with feverish typing as an Army of Bloggers pound the keyboards to celebrate the fact of her passing!! The S T o n e D H o l Y B L o g g e R is one such! No doubt in some Iniquitous Quarters they are already penning Turgid Eulogies & Puerile Panegyrics to further cloud the Repugnant & Revolting airs by her bier but that is most definitely not the case here at
S t o n e d H o l y H Q!!.....nor I suspect a lotta places north of Luton or outside of Tory Central Office....and maybeez, not even within every corridor of that Scurrilous Den!

For the people of whom the S t O n e D h O L y B l o G G e r sings of and for in his capacity as The Concrete Prairie Crooner, The Baron of Baritone &  Psychedelic Overlord of the S T O N E D H O L Y R O L L E R S and lest we forget, The Guiding Light & Most Irreverent High-Heid-Yin of the Stoned Holy Church of Rockin  Rollin Brethrenness, Thatcher poppin' her 87 year old clogs is, most assuredly, cause for sloppin up a good healthy dollop of SCHADENFREUDE and savouring every bitter n twisted mouthful!!

It has been said that the Guid Die Young - need we say more?!?! 87 Miserable Fukn Years of Heartbreak & Rupture! 87 Afflicted & Sorrowful Steps that have lead to the Cold, Grey Clay!! The Zoroastrians believe you have but one duty to fulfill with your allotted time on this goodly Earth; namely, to leave the World a better place for your having been in it! This Poisonous & Pernicious woman has singularly failed in this undertaking!! She's been a Bane no' a Boon!!...n noo she's on a spit being roasted like a herring amidst the blackest, deepest Palls of Beelzebub's Halls!!!.......leastways, I like to think she is!!!

I urge you gentle readers, whilst they prattle endlessly on & on and discuss her legacy to think of the damage wrought by her and her love affair with Reaganomics and the Free Market Madness of Friedman : mass unemployment, millions homeless, the gap between rich and poor ever widening, communities ripped apart all across Britain, manufacturing all but disappeared, the rise of 'Benefit Culture', bank bail-outs and bankers' bonuses, the social fabric in tatters......Oh, t'is a Bitter Harvest she has wrought!!! And noo she's DEID!!!!.....but how can we forget her warped, bastard spawn are still at the helm  and creating a Britain where money gets what money wants and no-one gives a shit for their neighbours cos 'there's no such thing as Society' anyway!!!!

Champagne isn't really the style of the s t O N e D H o l y b l O g g E R, but tonight I just may crack open a fine bottled ale and without pity or remorse say "Thank Fuck, the Wicked Witch is Dead!!!!" Then I may wind up the S t o n e d H o l y V i c t r o l a and listen again to The Beat 'Stand Down Margaret' or Crass 'How Does it Feel to be the Mother of a Thousand Dead' or Elvis Costello 'Tramp the Dirt Down' or Morrissey crooning 'Margaret on the Guillotine'......I must confess, I may get a wee bitty nostalgic for those Thatcher blighted days of my naive youth....but, be assured all yous oot there in Blogland, I will all the while be feeling satisfaction & delight in another's misfortune!.....

Schadenfreude - oh, doncha just love it!!!!

Morrissey /  The Beat / Elvis / Crass

  

Welcome To Some Kick-Ass Stoned Holy Bloggin'!

OK Pop-Pickers, bare with me awhile....this is yir resident Stoned Holy Blogger gettin' tae grips with these wonderful, shiny, new technological interfaces & postin the first of what will be an infrequent peek at life in the rock n roll slow lane, a furtive glance backstage or, if you will, a surreptitious perusal of the dreary scribblings inside the diary of a Pop-Slop Nobody!

Now, being somewhat tardy in our response to the ever evolving tinternet possibilities, we have, as you see, only just launched our sorry, collective arse into this blogosphere mallarkey and committed ourselves to actually writing something.  Being Rock n Roll layabouts and generally averse to committment of any kind we do hope you, dear reader, fully appreciate the fact that this goes somewhat against the Stoned Holy Grain!! So, apologies if you've scoured these vistas before expecting to find us and been met only with a screen telling you 'No Result' but we do hereby pledge to make good on  these discrepancies.

We're still not entirely sure of what in the hell it is we're meant to be doing here but I'll maybe just continue tapping away at the keyboard n believing that somebody out there in the vast n empty dustbowl of cyberspace will read my meagre offerings. We are, it seems, virtual Crusoes ; marooned amonst the vast to-ing & fro-ing of digital information. And since it is human contact we crave, please, dear reader, press your footprint into our sandy shore and let us know there is a Friday too on this, our Godforsaken Blogging Island Home!

Drop us a line, ask us a question. Not only are we, Stoned Holy Band of Rolling Brothers, versed and indeed, most learned in the ways of Rock n Roll G-Spot Tornado detection & stimulation, we can also hold our own on subjects as diverse and interesting as the Red Army's crushing of the Kronstadt Soviet and the Hibs 1st choice Eleven during the Turnbull's Tornadoes era! Surprisingly enough, we are fashion gurus, to a fashion and can offer advice about what to wear and when. Gardening Tips are also provided Gratis, if you are perchance, looking for information on how to divide your herbaceous perennials. There are, I'm sure you will find, so many strings to our Holy Rolling Bow!

'Coyness' as some wag from Manchester once noted 'is nice...But coyness can stop you from saying all the things in life you'd like to!' We at Stoned Holy H.Q couldn't agree more with those sage words and we are most eager to inform you, good peoples of worldwidewebness, that there are, verily, no prizes for keeping yir gobhole firmly shut in this life. So Amigos, get busy with the fizzy and knock us out a message!.....Life's a Gas...Ain't It....So Strike Your Match... Booooooom!!

Salutations. Over n Oot.