International Writers Magazine - Our Tenth Year: Pink Slip news
Publisher: Seek a Solutions Ltd
first impression of this slim, girly pink, one third of A4 pocket
sized booklet with a front cover title of, THE COMMUTER TIMES.COM.
followed by an italicised subtitle of your ticket to a better
journey, would probably be the same as yours. This is not
a serious publication; this is Private Eye meets Viz.
is an amusing, pocket sized piece of fun''
Like the majority
of us I spend many a blissful and inquisitive hour in the wonderful
world of Cyberspace so I logged onto
www.thecomumutertimes.com and was welcomed by a pink filter window
to protect me from any bad language within the site. Hello my
name is Harrington Monkpiece, (A play on the word Cod piece
I assume) I am the editor of the Commuter Times. Accepting the
filter my first mouse click was to ask Horrace Bohnson,
again another play on words which I did find rather amusing, but wish
that I hadnt. The current Mayor of London is a disaster waiting
to implode whilst the old mayor Ken, although he fined me for driving
in bus lanes on a couple of occasions, was great for all Londoners and
ex Londoners. Here I found good old fashioned lavatoral humour which
contained all the necessary words such as cock and swallow to search
out a cheap laugh. Although I didnt want to laugh, I laughed again.
This is an amusing, pocket sized piece of fun, which could catch on
with those dreary commuters, especially the Haslemere to Waterloo lot;
the third greyest and dreariest in the commuter league. The champions
of Drear, being the pretentious Guildford lot, followed
by the showy Woking shower.
The Commuter Times.Com majored on public transport, leaving a black
hole of information, because there was very little satirical humour
or even mention of car commuters, the scourge of the ozone layer. There
was nothing to make them feel surges of guilt for sitting alone in their
car cocoon, surrounded by music and spewing out noxious gases.
So will the commutertimes.com bring peace and silence to my rail travel?
So will this pocket sized pink tome stop the Hi Im on a
train. Or silence the cellulite city old chic with
her static botoxed face I really, yah really feel he needs more
interactivity, to think out of the box. From talking, forty minutes
of jargonised crap? Will I be able to daydream and look out of the train
window and picture myself shagging against an oak tree in a beautiful
arboretum with the woman of my dreams? No! The one third of A4 pocket
sized booklet could be used to slap the aforementioned botox faced woman
around the face. For £4.99 this is an expensive compilation of
Schoolboy humour. It was however entertaining but Petersfield to Waterloo
should be sufficient to read it. Value for money not good, but a fun
read. However, I preferred the free web site which had a bikini clad,
fine looking woman waxing/shaving on a train. You dont get that
in the pink book or South West Trains.
© Laurie O'Neil October 2009
laurieoneil at hotmail.com
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