The 'DO I GIVE A SHIT' award goes to...

We live in an age of people who assume others give a shit about what they say. You need not wander far to find someone who has decided to announce to the world (via Facebook or Twitter) how they've drank some tea or just bought some socks.

But what if airing every single inane thought you have on social media just isn't enough? You've pondered why your big toe is slightly crooked with your Facebook friends, tweeted your underwear colour to your Twitter followers, and posted a sepia photo of you taking a dump on Instagram.

Next step - THE NATION.

THE BASTARD WON £50 FOR WRITING THAT!

Maybe I need to rethink my career; that bloke made more than some minimum wage workers earn in a day, just by making a pointless comment about something on telly.

Here's a draft of a letter I'm considering sending to The Sun:

"Have you noticed how Emily from Eastenders (*made up name; I don't watch it) always wears her parting to the left hand side but then on Friday's episode, she had a centre parting? The producers really should make her sort that out because her hair inconsistency makes me think she must be a massive prostitute who sells her body to tramps for a tenner!" 

IT'S SNOW GOOD

For a country that snows every winter, we don't half go on about. I usually find out it's snowing via my Facebook feed, despite having at least two windows in my house. Why bother lifting your head to peer out the window when there's a mobile phone in your hand?

Then the TV news bulletins come. Newsflash: 'SNOW!!! PANIC!!!' accompanied by a roving reporter stood at a gritting depot. The next day, the newspapers start printing photos of various places covered in snow, just in case you've still yet to notice it's snowing.

If you think the usual media coverage of the white stuff is tedious, lets see what spin Yahoo News have decided to put on it:


Stars tell of battle with snow 

Celebrities including singer Toyah Willcox and hip hop duo Rizzle Kicks posted a series of tweets detailing their battle through snow-covered roads. 

Toyah revealed on Twitter how she was marooned on roads in Sussex for 14 hours, and finally got off the M23 at 6.30am. Toyah and Brighton-based musicians Rizzle Kicks were among hundreds of people stuck in traffic as heavy snowfall descended on the South East. 

Toyah, 54, tweeted: "Literally 15 miles from Brighton. SNOW SNOW SNOW." Two hours later, she added: "Still stuck in snow and traffic at hayward's heath. Trying to make brighton for act 2. Been in car 4 & half hours :-(." 

Her misery continued as she later tweeted: "Huge apology 2 brighton and cast. I'm 11 miles away still. A23 south is a car park. Its been 5 hours now. Mortified! :-(." Another two hours later, and with little movement, she wrote: "Still on A23, not moved yet northbound is moving freely. 6 hours! Come on snow isn't that bad :-o" 

At around 10am this morning, a clearly exhausted Toyah tweeted: "Got off M23 at 6.30am. 14 hours in all! Talk about being mighty miffed!!!!!! Xxx." 

For Rizzle Kicks, consisting of Jordan Stephens and Harley Alexander-Sule, the weather also played havoc with their plans last night. They tweeted: "Complete gridlock on the motorway. This is going to be a fun evening." Later, they added: "It has been an extremely long night. But we're almost home." 

They summed up their feelings in a follow-up, saying: "Snow is a d***head." 


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Oops sorry. Hearing about Toyah Wilcox tweeting in realtime about her experience was soooo enthralling, I actually passed out in excitement and started shouting: "TELL ME MORE, TOYAH!" whilst still comatose.

Yes, Rizzle Kicks, snow is indeed a 'dickhead'. One person who'll be screaming "I hear ya, bro!" is Oxfordshire Council's leader, who was so pissed off by the unexpected arrival of snow that he actually threatened to sue the Met Office.

Coming next week: COUNCIL TO SUE CLOUDS FOR OBSTRUCTING SUN, and COUNCIL CRITICISES RIVERS FOR ALLOWING PRECIPITATION.

I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE WHEN YOU GROPED ME

I feel Coleen didn't really address this problem efficiently, therefore I've formulated my own reply:


Dear mother of pervert child,

I am sorry to hear of your son's boob grabbing habit, though I don't think this is something he will simply grow out of.

I feel as he gets older, these gropey tendancies will become a celebrated part of his personality as it seems obvious to me that he is hero-worshipping Harry Styles. He will be the envy of his friends as he parades his cougar girlfriends (who are probably older than you) around.

You need to look at the bright side: it seems unlikely your son will become a paedophile, which must be a massive relief for you! For every Caroline Flack he brings home in the future, he may even bring back a Taylor Swift, which is no mean feat since he'll be punching well above his weight.

So embrace it - in fact, you have the insider knowledge about what older ladies like to mould your son into the ultimate cougar dater.

Good luck!

Drunk man sets fire to peanuts then humps ambulance

There's just some things that don't need to be commented on, they just speak for themselves. Seriously, you just couldn't make this shit up:

Man tried making love to an ambulance in Barnstaple bus station

North Devon Journal

A DRUNK man set fire to a packet of peanuts and tried making love to an ambulance, North Devon Magistrates' Court has heard.

Calum Ward, 25, of Westaway Heights, Barnstaple, was spotted by police in Barnstaple bus station on November 12.​ The court heard he was "in relatively high spirits" and said he was going home to sober up.

But he was then spotted on CCTV in a phone box setting light to a packet of peanuts while also punching them.

The court heard Ward also approached members of the public who were forced to turn their backs on him and walk away. He then approached a nearby ambulance and spread himself in front of it.

Mark Haddow, for the defence, said the attending police officer commented: "It looks as though he is attempting to make love to the front of the ambulance."

If this fella is trying to forget about the whole incident, he probably won't be pleased to know that a MS Paint depiction of his indiscretion is now circling the internet.

This creation is courtesy of the absolutely genius Jim'll Paint It (http://jimllpaintit.tumblr.com) :

The University of STRIFE

SHIT HOT ALERT!
Student becomes expert on Oscar Pistorius court case!

 

Had I known that merely attending an educational establishment would allow me to become a prominent voice in a murder investigation, I would've started lending my opinions to newspapers when I was 17 and studying for my A-levels.

Obviously, I would've started on smaller matters such as petty crime, you can't run before you can walk afterall. I would've said something like: "Thieving and mugging old ladies is wrong," because it fucking is.

Now I have a media-related Master's degree under my belt, surely I am now qualified to make comments on matters such as fiscal policy?

I may ring up The Sun tomorrow and say: "Oi! Fix the economy now! It's not right that Creme Eggs now cost 80p each and are noticebly smaller than in the past, this shit has got to stop! Oh, and you gotta sort that deficit out George!"

That'll be him told.

Next week - Dale Winton on how the horsemeat scandal has shocked him (quote: "I am shocked!"), and The Proclaimers explain their opposition to North Korea's nuclear tests.

KATIE PRICELESS

Here at the house of SHOTP, any story regarding Katie Price/Jordan is usually avoided as it sends us all into a deep coma for at least six weeks.

However, some higher power was urging me to read the front page of The Sun on the day it was announced she'd married some random man she'd dragged off the street. The quote at the end did not dissapoint:

Any person within a 50 mile radius of Katie Price with a name beginning with K should just be thankful this fella took a bullet for mankind.

On a similar note, I think this girl below has been taking notes off Ms. Price. Please note, this appeared in Dear Deirdre in JANUARY:

It's never too soon, sweetie. If I were you, I'd start buying your own coffins and carving your joint gravestone ASAP; there's just no such thing as 'rushing stuff'.

WELCOME TO MASS SHIT (hot off the press)

Hello,

Thank you for visiting Shit Hot off the Press (or SHOTP when my fingers are lazily-inclined). My procrastination skills really appreciate your time and any form of interaction with humans.

The vague purpose of this blog is to 'celebrate' (aka 'laugh at') the shit often found on media outlets, whether it be printed or broadcast media. Mostly, we will be looking at things I've found in newspapers, though please don't expect anything remotely intelligent or topical - we'll leave that to those who do it best, such as Have I Got News For You or, err, Mock the Week. Ok, maybe not the latter.

What you should expect is plenty of 'SAY WHAAAAT' moments from The Sun's quality agony aunt column, Dear Deirdre and plenty of halfwits making inane comments on articles online. Not all of these examples will be recent as I have a shitload of photos backlogged on my phone. I have a lot of time on my hands, seemingly.

Anyway, hope you all enjoy and thank you for reading this rubbish excuse for a blog.

Muchos gracias,
Mrs SHOTP



PS - Special thanks to Natalie B, who gave me the idea for this blog while we were Toby Carvery-ing it. Her brilliant blog is at:
http://natterofopinion.wordpress.com

Worth a look also, is my lil' brother's incredibly intelligent and witty (where does he get it from??) blog at:
http://siumani.blogspot.co.uk