Posted by: docdenbow | March 18, 2018

Police Investigations

Do you ever watch anything on TV as it’s broadcast? Mrs Denbow and I never do. We record the bugger and fast forward through the commercial breaks a.k.a. “the adverts.” We’ve been watching a detective programme on Drama, “Inspector Lynley Catches Murderers.” When it come to the adverts out comes the RMC (remote control) to miss out the stoopid ads. On average each break in the investigation takes six minutes.

Now I’ve been doing some sums. The whole show which lasts for some two hours would last for about fifteen minutes if two things were actually done. Firstly cut out the lingering shots of Lynley’s Bristol 410 motor car and secondly dump the adverts.

The Drama Channel would then have room for a new innovative programme for their peak time viewing schedules. Beautifully filmed vignettes featuring well groomed individuals and families. I’d call it Commercials Hour. Then a second show could be thrown together on the cheap showing witless idiots going to assorted retail outlets so they could hover their bank cards at check outs buying this array of tat that they don’t want or need.

Anyway, there are very few programmes that fall into Lynley category anymore. You know, gentle inoffensive detective shows. They’re all rammed to the gills with blood and gore. I love a neat murder without gore, or the gore being implied rather than shown in pornographic detail. A simple “he’s dead” is all I need and not a close up of multiple stab wounds or blunt force trauma. Now “blunt force trauma” is a little phrase that’s entered the lexicon of everyday usage. Why can’t the pathologist just say he croaked because someone clocked him over his bonce instead of “blunt force trauma?”

Dalziel And Pascoe was dead good. I really enjoyed that and it got so much gooder when Peter Pascoe’s wife buggered off out of it. Her eyes always bothered me and I came to the conclusion that she had an excellent face for radio. Not her fault of course, but I did find it difficult to take her seriously as the obligatory eye candy. It’s strange how programmes like D & P can be amazingly popular, but when they inevitably stop, many of the actors only reappear in bit parts in Casualty or Midsomer Murders. Sadly Warren Clarke died, otherwise I’m certain that we would have seen a lot more of him. Yes, fame is a very fickle mistress. There are many actors and comedians who once graced our screens are filed away under gone and very much forgotten.

One current programme I do actually like is “Vera” where Brenda Blethyn dressed like a bag lady portrays an unlikely Inspector (or is that is that Chief Inspector) investigating murders often carried out by a motley crew of killers for very complicated reasons. She has some some wonderful lines to deliver, “luv,” “pet” and my own favourite “Kenny luv.” Her crap Landrover is up a BAFTA I’ve heard on the grapevine. (It’s actually played by a Aston Martin Vantage) The review in the The Guardian was excellent. The Aston is taking on the role of Inspector Gently’s Rover in the next series. However, he needs to be careful as I think he’s gonna get typecast playing all these Rovers.

There is one detective/police programme I can heartily recommend. It’s one that the English have largely ignored as it’s Welsh. I’m talking about Hinterland made by BBC Wales. It’s now found a home on Netflix. Watch it if for no other reason than it’s a dark unglamorous Scandi style featuring an Inspector who is fundamentally flawed and still mourning the death of a child.


Or is that Ciao For Now.





Posted by: docdenbow | January 8, 2017

They Know Where You Are

I know for a fact that if you are reading these words then you are using a smartphone,  a computer/laptop or a tablet. Think about that for amount. I know something about you – yes you! – and how your every movement, every email, every Tweet, every Facebook comment and every Instagram photograph you post is being seen and digested by Big Brother. Hell, Big Brother even knows what websites you visit, the A to Z of your interests and perversions. Oh yes indeed the Internet is truly wonderful, the biggest library of knowledge that humanity can conceive and can conceive of.

But it comes at a price.

img_0030These days we’re all slaves to technology and we think we control it. We think, mistakenly, that it’s there to serve us, but is humanity that’s in chains. Our Tweets betray our thoughts, our Facebook posts show us having a “good” time. Social networking only exists to show everyone that you are happier than they are and someone is making a bloody fortune out of it. We are the raw materials used by these IT factories to make money except we are too stupid to notice. We marvel at the GPS facilities on our smartphones but “they” know where we are. It’s bad enough with them knowing who we are, let alone where we are. We willingly let faceless monolithic corporations invade our privacy so that they have a better chance of forcing us to like the tat that they ruthlessly advertise in order to get us to hand back as much of the pittance they allow us to have.

Let’s face it, the machines and their controller are taking over.

It’s a scandalous global conspiracy and like all good conspiracies there is a trail of bodies of those on the inside who have tried to speak to the free press. The Men In Black have been doing their masters bidding silencing, discrediting and making dissenters disappear. The conspirators have control of all means of communication, everyone is being bugged. Everything you own has the means to betray you. Sell you out to the highest bidder and keep you in line.

Is there anything that we can do? Well yes there is. Twitter is there to be subverted, not by trolling but by Tweeting constantly and making use the revolutionary power of pictures of cute kittens or crap jokes. Those in the know will understand the underlying metaphor and responding accordingly with a like or maybe even a retweet. These simple actions will show up Twitter as the crock of shit that it really is. Facebook can be contaminated by posting hundreds or of pictures of your tedious days out. Do this often enough and they’ll both have to go down to Argos to buy a new hard drive to store your shit on. That’ll teach them. Please, please, please post bollocks on Twitter, scream in the empty field of no @ replies.

Once you’ve got all that under your belt, start a blog. Write any old rubbish that springs into your head, fill pages with stuff that makes no sense at all. Write in a random haphazard way. Make some spelling mistakes. Miss out the odd word to make it all a nonsense, it’s not that hard to do. Really, it isn’t. Nobody will read it, but that’s not the point is it? You’re there, subverting the conventional way of living and thinking. Showing clearly you’re just as much as a lunatic as the people who make money on H2 documentaries and soon you’ll find something to sink your bleeding gums into.

It’s a big wide world out there. One that’s clearly a fetid cesspool of decomposing morality, but hey that’s cool. I quite like fetid cesspools anyway.

Be back soon,


Posted by: docdenbow | January 2, 2017

Truth, Claims, Lies

2016, a year littered with the corpses of dead celebrities and events that will have a profound impact on all of us. You know who the celebrities are who shuffled off and I’m sure you don’t need me to bang on and on about Brexit and the walking catastrophe that is Donald Trump. If you disagree with my views on this, then feel free. I don’t want to, and have no desire to, argue or debate. After all, it’s just my opinion. The opinion of a bloke who is pushing 60 and is probably out of touch with these new fangled modern times. All I know is that the whole wide is turning into a lake of putrefaction as the human race is seemingly intent on destroying itself.

When I used this this blog in days gone by I used to bang on and on about how the press, especially The Daily Mail would stoke up outrage by printing lies or at best untruths and insinuations, but now even that seems to be an excercise in total futility as anyone with even half a brain can see that as an institution it prints to provoke and to appeal to prejudice. Now it seems pointless to write stuff like that as this blog is like my prescence on Twitter, pissing in the wind.

So as I can’t be arsed writing about “current affairs” anymore, I have made a decision that I’m going to write about things that I basically don’t understand and have no real knowledge of. Some of the words that you read (if you bother to look) will be true, others will be researched claims, some may be outright lies and some will be figments of my twisted and rather strange imagination – fantasies if you like.

I have an enquiring mind, I rarely believe what I read or see but I merely mentally collate the theories and assertions of others and their sources and sift and filter them through my own mind and neurosies until I arrive at my own conclusion. It is these conclusions that I will share with you spasmodically and haphazardly throughout the coming year.

For example I will explain why the Sasquatch is a real beast and then why it can be no more than the product of mass hysteria. I shall show step by step that the Moon Landings were for real and I will also illustrate that NASA was guilty of perpetuating the greatest and most elaborate plot or hoax ever conceived. Aliens? Well there is ample proof either way and I shall try to use my persuasive powers and knowledge to confuse the hell out of you and leave your spinning and your body unsteady.

Real life as it impinges on us is dead boring, it real is and as a result I really don’t want to think about it. Besides it scares me. I would rather scare myself with thoughts of Alien Visitation or being overrun by herds (or is that troupes?) of Sasquatches than by the hideous and obscene events that we all see on a daily basis.

Goodbye real life. Hello true investigation.

Be Right Back



Posted by: docdenbow | March 12, 2016

Should I Ditch My Denim?

My wife, the delectable Mrs Denbow, upset me last night. She informed me that the bald patch on the back on the back of my head is increasing in size. She followed up that bombshell by telling me that I’ve done well to get to my age with any hair hair at all. A bit of a double whammy if you ask me. I sat down crestfallen wondering whether I should ditch my denim, get some “proper” trousers and look at Saga weekend breaks. I’ve also realised that my summer plans consist mainly of picking up winter’s dog shit and jet washing the decking in readiness for treating it against rot.

Surely I should be planning something more than that? Okay so I’m not in my prime, but that shouldn’t mean that I should just lay down and die, huh? What I’m getting at is that although I’m not exactly super fit I’m not exactly overweight and with a little effort could get myself into some some kind of physical condition where I could do a bit more with my life than to watch endless brain rotting TV and occupying what’s left of my mind on the possibility of 4 people on the telly of actually Finding Bigfoot. What I’m getting at is the simple fact is that sometimes I feel that I live my life as a voyeur. I seem incapable of joining in. Although if you you met me you would not believe it, I’m really quite shy. I don’t take risks, I don’t challenge myself. Bottom line is I’m not a good “join-er in-er.” I’m incapable of just muscling in on something and I really I wish I was, but I guess that I’m too old to change now.

Right, now I’m going to do something. I’m going to put an old pair of jeans on and go and let the dog take me for a walk. It’ll do us both good. Better than sitting here on my arse Tweeting.

Speak later,


Posted by: docdenbow | March 11, 2016

You Me And Elvis

So Brian Johnson the lead singer is AC/DC is likely to quit singing live with the band. Although their output has been sporadic since the release of Back In Black the live shows have filled stadia around the world. There has been an article in The Guardian suggesting that the band should just call it a day especially since the very sad health issues of Malcolm Young. Should brand AC/DC soldier on?

There are several pros and cons to this. On one hand you have the thought of the band becoming a sad parody of themselves and on the other you have the simple fact that any band calling themselves AC/DC will continue on like a juggernaut with no brakes as long as Angus has his school uniform and his SG. Does Angus have a duty to carry on, for he is undoubtedly the main attraction, for the sake of the millions of fans around the world? To be honest I don’t really know, but how many of us have bought a post Back In Black album I wonder?

Are these aging rock gods an irrelevance offering nothing more than a trip down memory lane or they a necessary part of our collective psyche, our need to reminisce, our desire to relive the halcyon days of our youth? These OAP rockers don’t usually make new music, certainly none or of little of merit, they are there because they can’t let go and they want the £££££ and to fuel their ego. Very few record or try something different. Very few take chances. In the main it’s merely a case of regurgitating the back catalogue to appease the hordes who fill the stadia. However, for all of that many of today’s artists have no back catalogue to fall back on. Their appeal is ephemeral and they burn like Icarus and end up as difficult questions on Ken Bruce’s Popmaster quiz on Radio 2.

It’s clear to me that in pop culture the filmmakers, TV producers, even musicians are bereft of ideas and inspiration. How many more more “reboots” of films and TV programmes are we going to see? Don’t start me on execrable cover versions warbled by some deluded nonentity on TV “talent” shows, it’s just plain horrible. I swear that if someone ever destroys a Nick Drake song on X Factor or The Voice I will not be responsible for my actions. Take a crafted song, rip the guts out of it and put it on prime time TV. We watch, we lap it up and get carried away on the wave of mediocrity and succumb to the tide of the lowest common denominator. You could say we are drowning in an ocean of cultural excrement.

I suppose that someone clever with letters after their name has said something along the lines of “there’s nothing new under the sun” and I’m sad that I have to agree. I think that in part that’s why people are such suckers for conspiracy theories and total faith in the existence of Bigfoot or UFOs or God for that matter. Most people are looking for validation, some way of validating their lives. If by trawling the Internet, reading books they can cobble together some wacko ideas about who killed JFK and why or who was really responsible for the destruction of the Twin Towers then these losers would somehow validate their lives. The Mayan calendar geeks have showed themselves up when the planet didn’t self destruct a couple of years ago and the Bigfoot hunters are still out there hunting. But if they did ever did find the answer, the solution, the beast, then fame and fortune would surely follow. Are these people subscribers to an intellectual lottery, aren’t we all?

Suppose, for example, a bloke from Croydon called Dave worked out, without fear of contradiction, just who it was who behind the (so called) JFK conspiracy. Then what? If he told anyone he’d either be laughed at, locked up in a loony bin or bumped off by the descendants of the conspirators. See what I mean? Then we come to Bigfoot. Ah yes Bigfoot, that elusive beast which has never left any physical evidence behind. No bodies, no properly tested DNA and so on and so forth. What if on a holiday to Washington state I saw one. What if I took some bloody good photographs? What if I caught HD quality of old Squatchy, huh? What if I took him to a place where clever people could take a proper look at him? What if I took him back to where I found him and leave him there. Then what? If word got out then I guarantee that the poor bastards would be hunted to extinction in next to no time by gung ho, gun toting, trigger happy rednecks and old Bigfoot would once more return to being a beast of myth and legend.

Forget crackpot theories, I’d say forget religion. Strip away your vanity both physical and mental and realise that fundamentally we’re all the same. Me You and Elvis. You should use your life, do stuff, simple stuff. You should only challenge yourself on a day by day basis to be happy. Nothing more than that. There’s no magic formula, no special shortcuts.

Just life


Posted by: docdenbow | March 10, 2016

Pointless Or Futility

Well I really should know better than to start writing, than to start writing without any clear idea of what type of thoughts, ideas, emotions and opinions I wish to convey. That just goes to show that I can from time to time be impulsive. You know, act without any thought of consequences or with any logical raison d’etre behind my actions. Of course all of this is all very well and good but ultimately pointless because I’m not really saying anything now, am I? Yet who am I to express opinions, to pontificate on subjects that in reality I know very little about. I have my truths and beliefs but sometimes feel unable to share them these days for fear of ridicule.

You see my standard of education is not good just a few “O” Levels, an HND and an OU Foundation course. My command of language and punctuation is greatly inhibited by the fact that I have never read any proper books. All I’ve read are detective stories, Adrian Mole books and James Robert Baker’s brilliant Boy Wonder. I bring this up because if I ever want to express myself, even on digital paper, I find that I make no sense. I’ve had ambition to write something weightier than a blog and have written thousands of words to that end. When I read these words back I realise that they consist of nothing more than sixth form musings. In other words piss poor. Over the past 10 to 15 years I have written in excess of 250,000 in abortive attempts at writing a novel or even a novella or even a long short story. Each and every one has been crap.

I can’t bring myself to pick myself up and try again at the moment. I find that it’s bloody difficult to get motivated to write something that I know is complete and utter tosh. It’s a bit like building a shed knowing full well that it well it will collapse onto itself leaving nothing behind but a pile of wood, planks and nails. Nevertheless, it still burns me, that desire to actually write something that begins at the beginning and ends at the end with a tale in the middle. I’m bereft of ideas that aren’t trite or hackneyed and full of false emotion and unfunny humour. I feel like my wish to write is like my wish to draw or sing or play guitar. Ideas above my station.

Perhaps I just need to grow up and realise my best days are well behind me. Having dreams at my age are just that, dreams.


Posted by: docdenbow | March 6, 2016

Streaming Is Killing Music

I was in the shower this morning when our dog started to go nuts. Apparently there was someone was knocking at the door. It was the local chapter of Jehovah’s Witnesses I later found out when they returned for another go at converting me the Ways Of The Lord. Well, as per usual I accepted the little pamphlet with good grace as I cannot find it in my heart to be rude to them, but I wish there was a way that I could get them to leave me be. I have no desire to enter some heavy duty philosophical debate as there would clearly be no winner. If I answered the door naked, perhaps they’d just bugger off and leave me alone. Maybe I’ll try it  next time.

You see I have no problem with religion, politics or lifestyle choices for that matter. However, I do object when people foist their ideas and opinions on me uninvited. Take this crap blog for example. It’s choc full of my ideas and ideals and opinions, but if you think I’m droning on or you’re disinterested in what I’m saying then close the browser window. I’m not looking for fans or converts. I’m not the messiah, I’m simply looking to entertain and give food for thought.Anyway, after that preamble, what am trying to write about here? Well, I’ve written about all manner of crap when this blog was updated constantly and I used to post sometimes up to 5 times in a week and I think I’ve cut the wrists of my inspiration and simply bled out leaving nothing more than a pallid corpse.

What with is happening in the world you’d think I’d have no problem finding something to write about. Not so as basically I couldn’t give a stuff. Most of the things that happen in the world have bugger all effect on me, this poxy EU referendum for example. Do I really care whether we leave the “Common Market”? No I don’t really and that’s because I am crushingly ordinary. I guess I’m part of the “hard working family” section part of the economy that no one, and I do mean no one actually gives a flying fuck about. Politician upon politician say that they’re going to look after us, do they pet. Well no they don’t. So there. All I care about right now, right now, is whether my delivery from Yodel is going to turn up anytime soon so I can go out. Mind you can’t say I’m exactly chuffed that Yodel has started to ignore my Tweets after an excellent initial response time. Bastards.

At the moment moment I’m listening to John Fogerty’s Centrefield album on Spotify – which is brilliant by the way, think Creedence Clearwater Revival only better! As much as I love this album, I can’t but think that I’m shovelling soil onto the coffin that contains rock music by playing music on Spotify. It’s not just Spotify. Whole albums are uploaded to YouTube, in Newsgroups, available on Bit Torrent and more places I guess. Music is dead I’m afraid. No one really cares anymore, it’s gone and pretty soon it’ll be a distant memory. I don’t want to sound like a “it was better in my day” type of old geezer, but I really do think think that music is important

.Shame nobody else does


Posted by: docdenbow | February 17, 2016

The Dawn Of A New Era?

I’m a glutton for punishment. At least I think I am. The fact that I’ve decided to blow some air into the lungs of this, my very own corner of the internet proves it. This may well be a false dawn or it may be a new beginning. Anyway, let’s not look to the future or indeed the past. I’m going to concentrate on the here and now. To be honest I’ve been thinking for a long time of hiding this blog away. A very long time. My postings here have become sporadic to say the least, due in part to a lack of motivation to actually sit down and write. There have been other factors of course. I did try to force myself to write a few weeks ago, that was a post of poor, poor quality and said nothing at all.

However, raising my head above the parapet and posting again may raise a need tidal wave of crap in my direction. I know for a certain fact that I have a real out and out enemy out there in social medialand namely Twitter. I could report the user but he uses several fake accounts and uses them to spread malicious gossip. So what do I do? For starters. I have locked my Twitter account and have begun the onerous task of removing as many followers as I possibly can. Quite why I’m bothering I really don’t know.

I’ve had the odd Twitter message telling me that I should not let them win but I really do feel like throwing in the towel and leaving my Twitter account to gather dust. I’m wondering what to do with this blog. Shall I just leave it here for a week or so this rather sad post can be read before I hide it away or do I blindly carry on regardless facing the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune? I have no idea. I just don’t know what to do about these jealous twisted individuals but to ignore them. You see I used to love this blog with a passion, but now I’m not so sure. Is it just a case of the 7 year itch and thinking that the grass may be greener if I left this putrid pile of crap alone and started somewhere new?


“……It’s Christmas time, there’s no need to be afraid………….”

Yeah right, no need to be afraid. No need at all unless of course you were one of those hardy souls braving Black Friday or more latterly going to shops in retail parks and town and city centres to buy your array of useless tat that you foist on sundry friends, relatives and acquaintances in this season to be jolly. As you may possibly infer I am not the greatest fan of Christmas, especially since my kids have grown up and fled the nest leaving me and Mrs D to stare fearfully at each other  whilst hiding away from the big bad world.

I really hate the rampant consumerism associated with Christmas. Hate it, hate it, hate it! Just because something is shiny and glittery idiots are happy chucking £££’s at retailers to satisfy the lusts that are propagated by peer pressure and adverts. These adverts are there to convince the feeble minded that somehow they’ll be cooler, more attractive and will have a better life if they spend, spend, spend.I’m no different to be honest. You see I was nearly seduced by a MacBook.

I was in PC World when this vision of loveliness tried to dazzle with its illuminated keyword and beautiful display. It was slim and was whispering huskily,

“Buy me Denbow, buy me. Take me home and caress my keys.”

As a man past his prime it’s not difficult for me to fantasise of being seduced by one of flawless beauty, especially if they have pert icons that quiver and bounce. In spite of being invited to wrap her up to take home by none other than Mrs. D I managed to exercise self control and resist. I went left the store sadly thinking  of what might have been had we met at some other time.  Besides I have moved on and found a deep down dirty and altogether more innovative way of life called Linux which is an alternative operation system for a computer.

Linux Mint 11

Linux Mint 11 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The thing is I like a challenge. I don’t like things to beat me. I like to learn. So whilst on a superficial level Linux is similar to windows and Mac underneath the skin it’s different. Mind you if all do with your laptop is go on the Internet for Facebook, Twitter, shopping and reading this fabulous blog then it does the job perfectly. However, you can fiddle around with Linux to make it look and behave exactly how you you want it to. You can make it look pretty cool! by the way I’ve written this post on my laptop using Linux Mint!

There’s tons of software available that will let you do all of your usual stuff. Oh yes and it’s free, as is all the software. No more bent versions of Microsoft compatible products! After lots of thought and comparing various versions of Linux I opted for Linux Mint 17.3. There’s so many different versions of Linux out it’d melt your brains to check them all out, but for a beginner Mint and its big brother Ubuntu are a perfect place to start. I haven’t used Ubuntu for a while so I’ll tell you a bit about mint. First and foremost it installed on my laptop from a USB stick in about 15 minutes, yes you read that right, 15 minutes. No more tedious buggering around waiting for continuous reboots as it does when you bung Windows onto a computer. It’ll breathe new life into that old laptop you have and make it more than usable again. You’d be surprised just how quickly it will run, and how much pre installed software comes with it.

Right thus endeth the geek speak…….

Long standing readers of this blog will be aware of my more than somewhat unhealthy obsession with the TV programme “Finding Bigfoot.” This obsession has waned a little over the months since I stopped posting here, but I have found something else and dare I say it something better. I write of course of “Mountain Monsters.”  The title is a bit of a giveaway, I know that, but it did rather intrigue me. what mountain did the title refer to and what were the monsters? This required further investigation

I’ll tell you all about it when I post again.

*By the way, if you’re a Linux geek don’t ask me loads of questions that I won’t be able to answer, but if you haven’t taken the plunge let me know I’d be more than happy to share my experiences with you.*


Posted by: docdenbow | June 3, 2015

It’s Worth 50 Bucks All Day Long

Storage Wars

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Having touched upon the mediocre in my previous post, it’s the unerringly crap that I wish to focus my attention on, for they really do have issues that need to be scrutinized. The crap that I am talking about is “reality” TV programmes. In my opinion there there is no such thing as “reality TV” mainly because reality is boring and pretty tedious. You see when it comes to reality TV, it’s all in the edit. now I wouldn’t sully my soul by viewing the odious Big Brother, but what I have to say will apply as much to that as the ones I’m going to have a rantette about.

Where do I start? Hmm, Storage Wars seems as good a place as any. Yuuup! it really does. (I’ll move on to other examples of the American TV in later posts)  To call it rubbish would be to insult the assorted tat that the dealers buy from glorified garages. It is so obviously staged in that you only see the same half a dozen twerps turn up every week (episode) to bid on somebody else’s tat. It’s destroying to watch as they bid $$$$$ for this stuff and the valuations that they put on the stuff as they empty each “locker” (think lock-up) Each and everyone of them seem to think that one man’s rubbish is another man’s passport to paradise. I would like to point out that in Storage Wars one man’s rubbish really is another man’s rubbish. Darrell Sheets  the vest wearing oik with hairy shoulders takes is gormless son Brandon along with him. As they pick their way through bin bags of rotting clothes Darrell will advise the camera that some stinking garment has a designer label and…..”is worth 50 bucks all day long!”

All the time the value of the goods in the locker tot up in the corner of screen and we, the brain dead viewers, are supposed to take all of this in.. “hey, Brandon…take a look!……This is really what it’s all about, this is why I do this……$1000 easy!!” Old hairy shoulders switches from bucks to $$$$$ at a certain point, not sure quite where that is though. If these valuations are anything approaching even way off the mark and these pair of jokers can actually sell the stuff they’ve bought, then there must be a lot of not so bright American people.

My favourites in the show, however, are dumb and dumber, aka Jarrod Schulz and Brandi Passante. In order to be even halfway successful in their chosen profession there are a few very basic rules to follow. For all of my derisory remarks about Darrell he at least isn’t quite as stupid as he looks,which admittedly would be difficult. He does know when the price is not right so he packs it in. Jarrod and Brandi will just decide that their thrift store is empty and bid like buggery to go away with a lot of stuff. This lot of stuff is usually worth considerably less than they paid for it and they continually teeter on the brink of ruination.

There are other members of the cast like Vile David Hester, Barry Weiss and his assorted custom cars, dead Mark Balelo and an auctioneer with a fantastic wig and his silly bitch spouse. I won’t tell you about them. It’ll spoil it for you when you watch it. but just remember the really good stuff is planted and it’s all heavily edited and it’s all in the edit.

Ciao For Now *slugs back 3 fingers of Jack Daniels and lights a Marlboro*


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