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If you are any long-term reader of this blog you’ll know that rarely do I waver over my opinions. OK, NEVER do I waver over my opinions. When I declare Robin Thicke to be a festering undropped bollock formed wholly … Continue reading →
This week I was regretfully sent a film by Conjugal Kraken and, as usual, I expected to see a surfing kitten or a weather presenter getting a tweak in his bollocks while waving at the west of Scotland. Instead, … Continue reading →
Kraken lovers, if there was ever a time to gird yourselves, this is it. You see yesterday, on Twitter, I was faced with a post of such vile, grasping, scum-sucking proportions that I actually screen grabbed it for your personal … Continue reading →
So, what in the festering staggerment of a rat-nibbled fuck-strewn turd, do we have here? That’s right, it’s a good reason for me to stand aside from my sewing machine over at Kraken Kreations thanks to a lovingly provided press … Continue reading →
For fuck sake, I can stand it no longer. You see, I more or less retired from The Kraken Wakes a few months ago when I launched my online shop Kraken Kreations (check it out if you want to see … Continue reading →
Right then, Kraken-lovers. I have a nadge-worth of news for you. You have to prepare yourself though. Those of you who love me may have to be sedated while those of you who hate me may invert yourselves with … Continue reading →
For the love of fuck, does Kirsty Allsop ever shut up? I ask because, like a foghorn from the darkness, she insists upon blarting her withered opinions across our cultural ocean with the regularity of an IBS sufferer who’s … Continue reading →
For the love of fuck, kraken-lovers, you know much I adore Facebook but there are times when I want to track down Mark Zuckerberg and tie him to stake forged from mousemats before driving sharpened chip forks through his scrotal … Continue reading →
Here’s a first for The Kraken. Instead of being enraged to the point of exuding through my pores boiling spleen juice, today I am mostly heartsore. I know, I know. Who’d have thunk. You see, I had a bit of … Continue reading →
If you are any sort of long term reader of this blog, you’ll have guessed by now that I’m a kraken of the Welsh variety. I know, I know, what can I say? I’m living the dream kraken lovers, I’m … Continue reading →
Hold the boat, kraken lovers. Hold the bloody boat. I have just read something so heinous and bleak-hearted in that faux-newspaper for mouthbreathers, The Metro, that I may have to leave you a moment to soak my frontal lobes in … Continue reading →
You know, it rarely occurs to me to clarify what I have written on this here blog, not least because it’s delivered via the medium of loudhailer by a kraken who has had the discretion part of her brain damaged … Continue reading →
Kraken lovers, it looks as if I’ve been living my life in some sort of rum induced fug. I’ve just turned 43 years of age (although I don’t look a day over 61)but I have only just realised that for … Continue reading →
Look, if you read Monday’s post you’ll know that when I switch on the television the result is much like plugging my frontal lobes into and electricity socket labelled, “For the love of fuck!”. That’s because I routinely see the … Continue reading →
One of my few places of solitude is my sewing shed, where I sit amongst a mountain of fabric and bobbins while rustling up dresses and shoving Jaffa Cakes into my mouth, ideally three at a time. I’m living the … Continue reading →
Kraken lovers, you may have noticed by now that the relationship I have with my television is much like the relationship Harold Shipman had with his patients. Let’s just say that it pitches me into uncontrollably murderous urges and neither … Continue reading →
Kraken-lovers, it may have come to your attention that the annual celebration of cheap chocolate is almost upon us. That’s why you won’t be hearing from me for another fortnight. No, not because I’ll be belly-up on the sofa with … Continue reading →