Left voices, unfiltered, unedited, Ungagged.
Everyone is becoming edgy and kind of toe curlingly, stupidly nervous. The Tory Party sent their colonial fixer to the house of Carlaw sometime between the Covid-19 Prime Minister’s visit to Scotland and last night, and Unionism in Scotland, seems to have surrendered. Adam “Up the Republic… oops… no, up the Union…” Tompkins has waved […]
Let me start by quoting E.M. Forster. Ooh, tomorrow – some fool will start the Machine again, tomorrow.” “Never,” said Kuno, “never. Humanity has learned its lesson.” A Doctor friend of mine has been on his social media, pouring scorn on taxi drivers delivering alcohol to alcoholics. I meet Doctor Anon on my daily shuffle […]
Before one retired to the city, one lived in a quiet place. I long for that quiet but I am, I suppose, addicted to the life of the beautiful parasites, suckling on the tit of the establishment, here in the Royal Capital. The city brings with it a surfeit of abhorrent, vulgar bearded and cocktail […]
We’ve been on the scramble for the scoop. The run down of just what happened in that fucking hospital. And they’ve closed ranks. Even the Middleton’s uncle Pauline wouldn’t say a bastard thing. Johnny and I absolutely barked questions at Witchell and plied the greasyshit with@_Ungagged‘s annual entertainments budget (a fucking tenner. There’s nothing entertaining […]
Philip Richard (P. Ric., or “Prick”) Knobinson-Canute is a journalist best known for his weekly column, “Last Orders,” in the high end magazine, “Fox and Turf,” and also notorious for a feckless and chaotic career and life of alcohol abuse. He became associated with the louche and bohemian atmosphere that existed in London’s Soho district, […]
As the British Queen hits 92, Prick Knobinson introduces himself and his remit in this article. Welcome to my Royal column. That’s what I say regularly at night to the wife. She hates that. The feeling is mutual. Anyway, enough about me, I’m going to drink my daily bottle of London Gin while I talk to […]