Author: Spider Thompson
Good Friday? More Like “Fuck-Up Friday”
It’s Good Friday, folks, the day we’re supposed to solemnly nod at the memory of some poor bastard getting nailed to a cross for the [Read More…]
The System Chews up Another Idiot: I’m not sure I Care about Tommy Robinson any more
Here I am, choking on the smog of this festering hellscape we call civilization, and I’ve got to write about Stephen Yaxley-Lennon—better known as Tommy [Read More…]
The Truth Hurts: UK Supreme Court Says DNA Doesn’t Lie, Even if You Do
I’m sitting here in this filthy, hellhole of a future we where so excited about, sucking down a cocktail of nicotine patches and cheap whiskey, [Read More…]
The Far-Right’s Brain Cell is on Life Support, and I’m Pulling the Plug
It’s back, yet again, more times than the real Slim-Shady—tell a friend, because apparently, the far-right can’t stop circle-jerking their victim complex long enough to [Read More…]
Fuck your Face-Covering Hypocrasy, you Spineless Bastards
I’m out hunting for the only thing keeping me sane in this cesspool of a world—cheap whisky, the kind that burns your throat and reminds [Read More…]
Theater’s a Con, and Only Fools Fall for It
Listen up, you sorry bastards, I’m way outta my depth here, but I figured I’d take a swing. The missus—yeah, Ms. Spider, queen of my [Read More…]
Shrewsbury’s Barber Shop Blitz: the High Street Circus of Crime
I’m standing in the guts of Shrewsbury, a postcard-pretty market town where the cobblestones smell like history and the High Street’s rotting under the weight [Read More…]
Bins of Misery – A Tale of the Second City
Alright, you festering sacks of ignorance, gather ‘round while I, Spider Thompson, shove some jagged truth down your throats! The Birmingham bin strike—oh, it’s still [Read More…]
Who the Hell are “They”?
Listen up, you drooling, flag-humping cretins! I’m Spider Thompson, your friendly neighbourhood truth-slinger, and I’m here to shove a red-hot poker up the ass of [Read More…]
The Russel Bran Shitshow: A Twisted Mess of Noise and no Answers
This Brand thing’s got me twisted up like a gut full of bad wires. I’ve met the bastard—greasy clown with a motor mouth—and heard his [Read More…]