Every village has an idiot, we know that, but what if every idiot had a village, then that village turned out to be the same place all the other idiots lived? It’d be a nightmare.
Furthermore,... More > what if all those idiots suddenly found the joys of online shopping and started telling us about them?
Well, ‘What if’ no more. Here is The Village Idiot Reviews.< Less
Technological change is coming faster and faster with each passing year. And with each passing year, I seem to keep getting older. It's not that I want to, mind you, but it seems to be something out... More > of my control. And with the constant change in technology, I seem to keep falling further and further behind. Which seems so strange because I used to up on top of all the latest tech. I had a computer very early on and a website before most people even began cruising the web. I designed sites, blogged before most people knew what that was, and so on. I was part of the "happening" crowd. Sometime in the '90's, that suddenly came to an end. I stopped being forward thinking, stopped being progressive, stopped being relevant. Today, I don't myspace, I don't facebook, I don't tweet... heck, I don't even text! Perhaps you too have problems keeping up with the changes happening in all areas of our lives today or maybe you'd just like to see the humorous side of life in a world getting smaller every year.< Less
Ann Coulter Is A Skinny Blonde Idiot! (Beltway Barbie – America’s Newest Village Idiot) is a thought provoking and amusing look at how the political debate in America has turned into a... More > battle dominated by political pundits relying on name-calling and insults to rally their readers to action. From Joe McCarthy to Dan Quayle, to Pat Robertson, America’s Village idiots have come and gone during the past fifty years in painful succession. Ann Coulter Is A Skinny Blonde Idiot is a look back on the history of America’s Village Idiots and what they have had to say that qualified them for the position.
The author focuses on conservative Ann Coulter and her well-crafted ability to label anyone she disagrees with (Democrats, liberals, Muslims, Feminist, and the Supreme Court to name just a few) in ways that are outlandish, amusing, and sometimes scary.< Less
The mens toilet door in The Flying Pig bore the legend 'Abandon all hope ye who enters here'. The only hope the women had was avoiding horseflies or frostbite, sitting out in their toilet at the end... More > of the yard.
Pub landlord Freddie would reluctantly serve them, but only through a tiny hatch in the snug. Women weren't allowed to drink pints and were expected to keep the noise down.
Harriett Plum for one had had quite enough.
If Freddie wouldn't change his ways then the newly formed
Greater Crouch Temperance Society would close him down.
And Harriett had another weapon up her sleeve, a sloe gin that Al Capone would have killed for.
Battle lines were drawn and plans made as the Village Fete drew near. Local farmer and idiot Moses took it upon himself to save the pub but would the women care.
No. Not really.< Less
Unsheathe thy sword and THINK!
The village idiot becomes a powerful knight. A lost love swoops down from the skies and lays waste to Evil. A mad scientist has his brain transplanted into a war... More > satellite. An isolated paleolithic tribe is visited by space aliens. A ghostly loner realizes, "I love, therefore I am." The TRUE story of Beowulf is told. And finally, we leave Earth as it decays into a fascist planet-state, and travel the galaxy to take on the forces of Evil - and to go native on the strangest of all alien planets!
Enjoy this colorful and whimsical set of short stories! As uniquely outrageous each one is, they all nonetheless share the common denominator of asking the question, "Who are you, really?" They are not mere fiction, but prose poetic metaphoric expressions of philosophical, psychological and existential sentiments.< Less
The villagers of Muddlecombe-cum-Snoring were perplexed as a Spitfire flew over their sun drenched hay fields and a load of strangers went into Primrose Cottage: the Head of the Russian Mafia; his... More > minder Boris “Seven Bellies” Slobovitch; two undercover CID policewomen; a London Solicitor and the young doctor newly arrived from India.
And what was Captain Creighky O´Riley MC doing on a murder charge in Moscow together with the village idiot “Dense” Dimmock? And what was his Mum, Mrs Dimmock, going to do for her committee meetings in lieu of Primrose Cottage?
And what was the village Postmistress and Church warden doing in a brothel in Tenerife whirling her knickers in the air singing “Jerusalem”?
And what was going to happen to the village drains, not to mention the church roof? And will Gerantinium O´Deighty III, chairman of Mrs Dimmock's Interplanetary Standards and Ethics Committee, be getting an inside toilet?
Questions, questions?
Just read the bloody book!< Less
The villagers of Muddlecombe-cum-Snoring were perplexed as a Spitfire flew over their sun drenched hay fields and a load of strangers went into Primrose Cottage: the Head of the Russian Mafia; his... More > minder Boris “Seven Bellies” Slobovitch; two undercover CID policewomen; a London Solicitor and the young doctor newly arrived from India.
And what was Captain Creighky O´Riley MC doing on a murder charge in Moscow together with the village idiot “Dense” Dimmock? And what was his Mum, Mrs Dimmock, going to do for her committee meetings in lieu of Primrose Cottage?
And what was the village Postmistress and Church warden doing in a brothel in Tenerife whirling her knickers in the air singing “Jerusalem”?
And what was going to happen to the village drains, not to mention the church roof? And will Gerantinium O´Deighty III, chairman of Mrs Dimmock's Interplanetary Standards and Ethics Committee, be getting an inside toilet?
Questions, questions?
Just read the bloody book!< Less
Clearly, Rome is nothing as compared to Athens. Along that line of reckoning, the weight and impact of such barbarian villages as e.g. LONDONIVM are null. Suffice to take notice that their own... More > observatories like one Mill Hill have absolutely no idea as to existence of any zodiac at all. There is no notion of the zodiac in the northern isles, apart of traces of Irish pro-neolith conversation with e.g. Cygnus and Orion. The “wild” Navajo know the zodiac but the white settler is an idiot.< Less
