The Steady Decline of Christopher Hitchens

I knew that he was going downhill for years now, but seriously,

What. The. Fuck.

Once upon a time, he was actually kind of cool, in that goofy, charming, loutish way.

Oh well.

I’m pretty sure that any negative responses to this masterpiece will elicit a smug “see-I-told-you-women-don’t-understand-how-humour-works” rant, complete with the obligatory swigs of scotch (or whatever his central nervous system runs on these days) between each syllable.

Please note that women who aren’t attractive to him and hence also subhuman are, of course, a total bloody riot.

Hardy har har, Hitchie!

Oh, and Tina Fey could totally kick his ass.

Tagged

By Jad:

OK, so this is silly and 2nd grade-ish, but I’m going to plug my favourite writer here, so think about it as something for a good cause.

  1. Grab the book closest to you.
  2. Open to page 123, scroll down to the 5th sentence
  3. Post the text of next 3 sentences on your blog
  4. Name of the book and the author
  5. Tag 3 People

Martin looked in horror at the glass of orange liquid that Paul Bradley came back with but felt obliged to say, “Thanks” and take a drink. He was sure there were cells in his liver that were committing suicide rather than dealing dealing with Scotland’s two national drinks together in one vile cocktail. The copper tones of the room’s decor, the fluorescent orange of the Irn-Bru, and the marmalade tint of the sodium streetlamp outside the window all contributed to Martin’s sense of alienation, as if he had stepped into a sickly science-fiction world, tainted by some ecological catastrophe.

– Kate Atkinson, One Good Turn.

Isn’t she grand?

Anyway, hmmm… I’m going to tag litlove, for obvious reasons, Deirdre, and Maryam, in case they feel like it.