Thursday, 6 September 2012
Francis Begbie Ramblings
Irish guys would have the best game in the world, better than any other nation on the planet, if only they cut back on the drink a bit.
A few weeks ago, I found that somebody had scratched "Chateau Heartiste" into the wall of the toilets of a very popular Dublin pub. Hey, it's a start.
Ten or so posts in drafts, shmokin like a chimney and going through BOXES of Wrigley's chewing gum. Charles Dickens would blush he would! Still shmokin in Dublin bars, yeah fookin right!
If you're being shit tested, and you don't know what to say, then keep your pretty boy arse mouth shut.
Miriam O Callaghan is NOT hot. She's good for her age, but big boy Francis is still fast asleep, thanking ye very much.
I find it really hard to read off a computer screen. If it's a remotely abstruse post (eg, James G) I'll have to print the fucking thing off.
Frost/Freedom Twenty Five has an excellent fitness program on his blog. I am going to give it a shot. What's your program chump?
Unemployment stays the same at 14.7 percent at the end of August. Long term unemployment rises, and emigration increases. People drop off the live register. Baby Boomer generation from 2002 ruins the country. Fuck right off. Ireland is the sow that eats her farrow.
The Nicomachean Ethics has literally the best definition of the alpha male ever.
Juicing has made me feel better than ever before.The word fresh comes to mind. Feeling this good was well worth ditching the Playstation for.
I got called a racist today for saying Barack Obama was a terrible president who has managed to make black/white inequality even worse. If this was a cute lassie...but this was a herby twat with a brown satchel. People on the left will just crassly insult you, cause they're fucking tinker sons. The closer you are to the truth, the more they'll scream.
The Inbetweeners is literally the most painful show on the planet to watch. It's like reliving all the worst moments of your teenage years all over again. If those were the best years of your life, you're doing something seriously wrong.
A mate's brother of mine is getting married to a...big boned (not fat) lady five years his senior. Game can save this guy, but maybe the disease has already metastasized.
The Ross O Carroll Kelly books have more to say on society and people's lives in general, than high brow bullshit from the likes of Colm Toibin and Anne Enright., milking the SADDDD fifties Frank McCourt desultory fluff .Fuck em. The last two ROCK books have been the best in the series, and I eagerly await the next installment.
Michelle Obama, would you?
There's been a lot of MRA vs Game vs PUA articles around the place recently. Is this because one post leads onto another post, or because we're seeing for the first time, an inchoate movement forming?
You know you're healthy when someone asks you "why yous eatin fucken rabbit food Francis? Sure, yer as fit as eh fiddle as it es!"
Take a look at alexa.com. Roosh and Roissy get a lot of views from 18-24 year old college goers. Which of course begs the question. How come there hasn't been a high school/college game blog set up by anyone?
Pictures of old people when they were younger really depress me, especially ones of svelte, feminine women. Old age isn't a battle, it's a massacre.
Ramblin Francis might be a regular thing. I've already got a few ideas for future posts from writing the above.
I write quicker with whiskey in the belly. Fucking stormin through this stuff nowt.
University will interrupt future posts, but whether it's one post a year about Mount Anville lassies, or a full blown Emily D writing binge, I'm in this shit, red pill and all, for the long term, and I hope you are as well. We're all in this together, you bunch of beautiful fuckos.