Six pop hits that make no f**king sense whatsoever

February 9, 2022January 31, 2023 journo

WANT to live a selfish twat’s life and looking for some homespun wisdom to support it? These little sayings should help:

‘Charity begins at home’

Perfect for every occasion. Disagree with foreign aid? Couldn’t give a f**k about the homeless? Would rather keep a quid than pop it in the box of a woman collecting for dogs? You’ve got a catch-all excuse. Charity is you having all your money for you.

‘Rome wasn’t built in a day’

True, but you’re not asking for Rome. You’re asking for flat-pack furniture to be put together and instead it’s still in its box against the wall six months in. It’s not Rome, it’s a Ravaror day-bed and a Kallax shelving unit and it would take two hours.

‘A problem shared is a problem halved’

Usually said by a boss who’s dumped their problem in your bloody lap and left it for you to sort out. It’s halved for them. It’s an entirely new and very unwelcome problem for you.

‘Better late than never’

‘I’m on my way’, your twat mate texts as she steps into the shower. ‘Nearly there’, she texts as she gets on the train. ‘Better late than never’, she chuckles as she arrives an hour late. Technically yes. Actually by this point you hate her.

‘You can’t make an omelette without breaking eggs’

F**ked something up? Use this. Available for workmen who’ve smashed into your gatepost while reversing out, employers who don’t give a shit that your new hours bugger up your childcare, or politicians arguing for new, shit policies. The omelette is what they want and the eggs are what you want.

‘All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy’

Quoted by that dick in every office who wastes all day on Fantasy Football or whatever. Their colleagues would much prefer a dull boy who pulled their weight and got on with the job, instead of someone who pisses about.

‘The customer is always right’

Beloved of every arrogant customer demanding bullshit of beleaguered shop workers. In fact the customer is rarely right. The customer is, in actuality, a complete pain in the arse making the lives of poor bastards working long hours for low wages a misery.