Thursday, December 20, 2018

 

I've got to know Where do lonely hearts go Because nobody ought to be all alone on Christmas

I noticed something this year that I haven't noticed before and that is all the fucking charity adverts on TV this time of year.
The fucking Sally army, the RSPCA, save the fucking children, donkeys, you name it there's a fucking appeal for it, one of them wants £19 a month. Who the fuck is signing up for that? If these charities can afford to pay for a television advert then they aren't fucking short for nineteen quid!
They show you all sorts of disturbing things to tug at your heart strings, like a sad dog or an African kid with snot all over his face, all of them asking for money like a junkie who is selling his nicked good so he can buy his next fix, "look at this, you wouldn't give us a couple o quid for it would ya? Well, go on then, give us a quid then".
Charity is good, they do do good things but guilt tripping people is bullshit. I'm a firm believer in the saying that "Charity begins at home", it certainly does in my gaff, I just spent all my money on a big fuck off takeaway and a box-set of the office that I can watch on my new 4K TV and not have to watch any fucking adverts.

Merry Christmas.

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