High street fashion chain, Next, have admitted that offensive comments and death threats posted on Facebook came directly from them, not a hacker as first reported.
The comments were posted as the chain launched a Facebook page to find two new baby models, and were directed at the parents of the 'really fucking ugly' babies.
'The standard was appallingly low,' states a Next spokesperson. 'We had to swiftly address the issue. Every morning we would check Facebook, praying for a sexy little mite, only to be faced with skinny, ugly fuckers. Nobody wants to buy clothes that have been modelled by a fucking ugly, probably bastard, child. They should actually die.'
The mother of one of the 'fucking ugly' children says resignedly: 'Yes, Lambreeney is fucking ugly, I very much appreciate being told. I have now drowned him.'
Karina Evans 2010
Showing posts with label pie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pie. Show all posts
Sunday, 31 October 2010
Monday, 14 June 2010
All the best laid plans
Right. Fairly productive morning, as I have already completed the following tasks:
Inadvertently shown the meter-reading man my nipples
Had a cup of coffee
Decided what I am going to do for the rest of the day.
That brings me nicely to the tasks I must complete:
Finish poem that I never should have started: it is the poetry equivalent of emotional bulimia, thus is eating my brain
Finish doodle article
Eat crisps
Sleep
Go to work
Get changed into more substantial clothes, lest I scare the postman.
All the best laid plans...
Inadvertently shown the meter-reading man my nipples
Had a cup of coffee
Decided what I am going to do for the rest of the day.
That brings me nicely to the tasks I must complete:
Finish poem that I never should have started: it is the poetry equivalent of emotional bulimia, thus is eating my brain
Finish doodle article
Eat crisps
Sleep
Go to work
Get changed into more substantial clothes, lest I scare the postman.
All the best laid plans...
Location:Parker Rd,Hastings,United Kingdom
Wednesday, 9 June 2010
Curious oranges
I used to quite like a programme called 'This Morning With Richard, Not Judy' in which there was a curious orange. The orange was rather cynical, much like myself, and therefore I insist that if anyone decides to liken me to a fruit in the future I am likened to a curious orange. The only problem being that I do not have banana fingers.
PS. Today I was forced to write poems about blue strawberries and sweaty socks. I feel emotionally violated.
PS. Today I was forced to write poems about blue strawberries and sweaty socks. I feel emotionally violated.
Location:Parker Rd,Hastings,United Kingdom
Tuesday, 25 May 2010
The whereabouts of my pies
I have the following pies:
Short story pie in Australia
Short story pie at the BBC National Short Story Pie Competition
Volcano pie gathering dust on two agents' desks.
That's it for now.
Short story pie in Australia
Short story pie at the BBC National Short Story Pie Competition
Volcano pie gathering dust on two agents' desks.
That's it for now.
Location:Parker Rd,Hastings,United Kingdom
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