06 December, 2005
In joke
Q. Why did the Iron Chicken cross the road?
A. To get to the gay bar on the other side.
A. To get to the gay bar on the other side.
— Dogwash n. A project of minimal priority, undertaken as an escape from more serious work. (Jargon File)
— Me? I'm just a lawnmower. You can tell by the way I walk. (Peter Gabriel)
Edwin Greenwood is the nom de souris of a Mancunian early baby-boomer, now living in London, who like so many of his cohort has made the transition from cuddly inclusive soft-left liberal into a grumpy old git who is quite prepared to call a spade a black bastard. (The previous sentence may cause consternation to the Righteous. If this is you, read this and/or this before exploding with indignation.)