Archive for December, 2011
Bright lights, big city… The Nurse hits the big smelly
If you want to blend in, come to London. The Nurse, having tidied herself up somewhat in a Swiss Cottage public loo, cuts a reasonably inconspicuous figure in the big smelly. There’s nutters galore here. A middle aged lady limping along with a Margaret Thatcher hair do, filed pointy teeth and a thunderous expression doesn’t [...]
The Nurse proposes a new swear word
The Nurse doesn’t laugh very often. She’d laugh more if life was fucking funny, but it ain’t. Not for her, at least. Five miles short of the ugly north London sprawl, struggling through dense, winter-dark woodland, she’s just fallen arse over tit into a filthy, stinking pond. There isn’t a swear word in existence that [...]
Support for Clarkson and Iranian nuclear plans
As The Nurse treks determinedly southwards, now somewhere between Bedford and Hertford, she’s mulling over the news. She likes Jeremy Clarkson. He’s funny. And he was obviously joking the other night when he mentioned shooting strikers. That Union leader Karen Jennings is a po-faced cow. Has she had a sense of humour transplant or what? [...]
