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'THE BEADLE'
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'ANTICANT AT HOME'
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About Me
- anticant
- anticant is the blogname of a lifelong free speech and civil rights campaigner. A lot of his life since WW2 has been taken up with battling against cruel and over-bossy laws, censorship, censoriousness, and Nanny Knows Best types. Now elderly and in poor health, anticant hopes his memories and thoughts will be of interest to those engaged in today's struggles for freedom, democracy, and a more hopeful tomorrow. e-mail: anticant@hotmail.co.uk
16 comments:
What is missing?
A rubber ducky?
This post is really off limits.
I will complain to the authorities.
Or, is this reverse psychology at work?
I will still report this post as a very very suspicious post and a threat to the national moral panic.
Anticant knew Alex Comfort, who was an admirably anarchistic character and a stalwart opponent of moral panic. He wrote some excellent books such as "The Joy of Sex" and "The Anxiety Makers", He would have been the last person to complain to the authorities, because he believed they shold be abolished.
Ben T : would you please learn that the word "shold" is better when written as SHOULD.
But you are still awarded an A++++++ and an extra plus grade.
After reading The Joy of Sex, I found out the answer.
However, I was still to young to grow that straggly beard and had to wait a number of years for true fulfillment.
Now, now, Zola - and who was it who couldn't spell "imperative"?
No spell checks in the Burrow.
By Order
Spelling is contextual as are many other areas of language (LOL).
cf Milliband Millipede Miliband etc.
What about granma?
Bollocks.
Granma sucks eggs.
Nobody wants to know what Anticant puts on the "top Shelves" of his ever growing grumpy granma memory-case.
No top shelf things here........ by order.
My oevres are not relegated to the top shelf. My virginal heroines are very top drawer. They know knothing about the Joy of Sex until after that plain gold ring has been placed on the fourth finger of their left hand by their dashing groom.
Then whoops - Jorrocks away!
Alas.
Every prime minister needs a willy (whitelaw).
Every prime minister has no need for Balls.
He needs them, but he hasn't got them. He has to make do with Blathering Blears, Wacky ["We want 42 days"] Jacqui and the Millipede Moppets.
I disagree with everything that has been said.
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