Wednesday 18 September 2019

Lion Tattoo


We’re watching this documentary on an obscure channel. You know the sort of thing, a pretence of quality journalism but really it’s just lets all point and laugh at the freaks. This one’s all about extreme body art, folk who cover themselves in tattoos and go under the surgeon’s knife to transform various bits of their anatomies. Devil horns, forked tongues, the lot. Not my cup of tea, but she loves it.

Gets to this one guy who’s gone seriously over the top. He’s had an operation to get his entire body removed, leaving him as just a mouth and a tattoo of the word ‘cock’. The interviewer asks if his decision to alter himself so radically has affected his ability to find a job. “Actually, it’s helped,” he replies. “I work as a model for an online alternative fashion brand and I go to all the big body art conferences.”

I’ve seen enough. I head outside for some fresh air and a cigarette. God damn it. Next door’s pet fucking lion is taking a massive shit down by the shed. Bastard thing. Three times last week I had to clean up steaming great piles. It’s not right people think they can just let their animals crap all over other people’s property. “Oi, fuck off,” I shout as I throw a stone at it.

The lion growls and starts prowling closer toward me. Fucking nerve of the thing. That’s when I notice its bloody owner over the back hedge, a woman who’s always wearing a dressing gown and never without a fag dangling from her mouth. She’s hanging washing on the line, oblivious to the fact her pet is in my garden acting like a cunt.

“Hey,” I yell. “Get this flea-bitten fucking thing away from me or it’ll be going in a bag and getting dumped in the river.”

She raises a scornful eyebrow. “Fuck off. It’s not flea-bitten. It’s a noble beast.”

“Noble beast my fucking arse.”

She gives me the finger, then saunters off back inside. Bitch. She’s never had a job. How she can afford to smoke forty a day and keep a pet lion is beyond me.

Monday 22 April 2019

Random Nonsense #423


“Do you know Jeremy Gaylord?”

“I don’t think so.” She shook her head.

“Oh, he’s a complete prick. Everyone takes the piss because of his surname, so he goes out of his way to prove how staunchly straight he is. Keeps on sexually harassing women in shops. Last week the girl from the butchers found him lying bollock naked on a display of award-winning sausages, sporting a massive erection and inviting her to come check out his meaty banger.”

“Ugh.”

“Exactly. She phoned the police. Jeremy scarpered, but the sniffer dogs found him in record time. He’s a total arse. God knows why he thinks he’s God’s gift to women, what with that huge, fat arse and that revolting gummy smile. He’s got less teeth than Timothy Leary.”

“Did he not have any teeth?”

“No, they all dropped out.”

Thursday 7 February 2019

Exciting Half Price Offer


In yet another calamitous financial miscalculation, I last year decided to invest heavily to produce my first ever official calendar. With twelve themed, highly erotic photographs of myself hanging on the kitchen wall of every housewife in the land, the SJ Smith Calendar 2019 would bolster my brand and bring in some much-needed readies. It worked for the woman in that Helen Mirren movie, so why, I reasoned, should it not work for me?

Unfortunately, the Official SJ Smith Calendar 2019 proved to be the only publication released in 2018 to shift less units than my novel Return to the House of fox, and now, with the new year well and truly upon us, I am not only skint, but my home is packed to the rafters with boxes full of unsold copies and I don’t have enough room to swing my cock around.

I have therefore decided to place the calendar on half price sale, hoping to scrape back some cash and free up my living room.

The calendar is beautifully printed on recycled man-sized tissues, and features twelve tasteful nudes. The highlights include:

  •          Mr January - SJ Smith shovelling winter snow, with his knob out.
  •          Mr July – SJ Smith sniffing a bouquet of fragrant blooms, with his knob out.
  •          Mr October – SJ Smith dressed as a spooky ghost, with his knob out.
  •          Mr December – SJ Smith hanging baubles and eating a mince pie. With his knob out.


You can get your half-priced copy of the Official SJ Smith Calendar 2019 by rooting right to the bottom of the bargain bin in your local pound shop. Or if you’d prefer to receive it for free, then simply wait until March, when I will be fly-tipping the whole lot in the layby near the roundabout.

Tuesday 8 January 2019

A Brief Idiot's Guide to American History


Our story begins at the end of the first world war.

 After it was decided the British team had successfully machine gunned more of its opponents than the German team, the German team conceded defeat and Britain were declared the winners. A ‘peace’ treaty was signed in Versailles, where it was agreed that Germany would pay lots of money in reparation for their naughty deeds. As Germany was skint and couldn’t afford to pay, a young chap by the name of Alan Dulles got them a vey good deal on a loan from an American bank, allowing them to pay the money they owed back to the Americans to say sorry for all the bad stuff what they done.

Time went on. Germany was stripped of its land and became very poor. As citizens went hungry, an enterprising young chap named Adolf Hitler saw his chance to rise to power. Blaming all of Germany’s problems on the COMMIES and the FUCKING JEWS, he convinced Germans to back his scheme to ‘Make Germany Great Again.’ Germans embraced his policies and elected him Chancellor. Not long after, in a plot which has since been labelled an ‘inside job, which was covered up,’ the German parliament building the Reichstag was burned to the ground, and it was all blamed on the FUCKING COMMIES. Hitler grabbed the moment of public fear and desperation to change German law, stripping away rights from civilians and cementing himself in power.

Not everyone considered Adolf to be a rotten egg - his hatred of COMMIES was fully endorsed by many American millionaires. In fact, it was later discovered the Third Reich Nazi machine was being funded by an American bank, under the stewardship of its CEO, George Herbert Walker.

World War two broke out across Europe. America refused to get involved, but after the bombing of the Hawaiian naval base at Pearl Harbour by the Japanese, an event which was subsequently labelled an ‘inside job which was covered up’, America eventually got involved - not on the side of Hitler, whom many Americans admired so much, but rather on the side of the British, who were considered to be the ‘good guys with guns’.

The war came and went, and with the Germans defeated, everyone agreed that our new enemy was the COMMIES, who were multiplying in the East just like the baddies out of Lord of the Rings. The Iron Curtain was raised, and we glared over it at those BASTARD COMMIES who were trying to steal our freedom.

A decade later, a small island called Cuba, which lay just off the coast of Florida, decided it no longer wanted to be a playground for American millionaires and the mafia, and after a revolution, Cuba turned COMMIE. This was not good, as America didn’t want no GODDAMN COMMIE BASTARDS in its own back yard, and the CIA started training and arming disgruntled Cuban exiles, ready to reinvade their homeland.

As the world was brought to the brink of nuclear annihilation during the Cuban Missile Crisis, the American president JFK decided to follow a path of peace rather than war, and refused to back an all out invasion of Cuba. The Bay of Pigs fiasco followed, resulting in the firing of CIA supremo Alan Dulles.

Not long after, JFK got his head blown off in Dallas, in an incident which would later be considered ‘an inside job that was covered up.’ The police and the FBI and the CIA blamed the killing on Lee Harvey Oswald, who was a COMMIE. A subsequent investigation, headed up by Alan Dulles, agreed with their findings.

JFK wasn’t into war, and he was very interested in reducing American involvement in Vietnam. But with him dead and out the way, the Americans were soon given the red light to invade Vietnam. After the Gulf of Tonkin incident, which would later be considered an ‘inside job which was covered up’, lots of Americans went to Vietnam to fight against COMMIES.

Pretty soon, all the Commies were dead, and Russia adopted a system of fascism – which pleased the USA no end. But with no COMMIES left to fight, the poor Americans had no war to spend their tax trillions on.

Then, in 2001, the great grandson of George Herbert Walker, who had done so much to cleanse the world of COMMIES and JEWS, managed to become President of the USA. As George W Bush read stories to children, attacks on the World Trade Centre and Pentagon, which would later be described as an ‘inside job that was covered up,’ ignited a whole new world war, this time against the MUSLIMS. George W Bush used the moment of public fear and desperation to change American law, introducing the Patriot Act, ensuring any dissenting citizen could be locked up without trial.

Osama Bin Laden – a MUSLIM - was blamed for the atrocity. It was later revealed he was recruited and trained by the CIA, as at the time he was fighting COMMIES in Afghanistan.

But no matter; with MUSLIMS as their new enemy, the US invaded several countries, resulting in a couple of people making a shit load of money out of oil.

Unfortunately, after the crash of 2008, the American government were forced to give all the country’s money to a group of billionaires, after they lost at gambling on the stock exchange. As times got hard and poverty hit, a fascist movement took advantage of the peoples’ woes and came to power on the back of its slogan ‘Make America Great Again.’

The End.