Great Expectorations

Great Expectorations is, among other things, the book Dickens wishes he'd written as it would have been much funnier. It is a story about following your dreams even if they go in circles and travelling back to the 50s to life the good life and fight the good fight, before it all went to shit. I can't garauntee success or even an creditable attempt, but I'll try to try. Also find ramblings unconnected and unreasonable. No standards apply to Wilt's writing. I mean NONE. If it blows, it blows.

Name: Wilt N Flowers
Location: Ireland

Wilt Flowers is my novelist alter-ego. The non-book things I post here are often not true, or distorted so far from true that it doesn't matter anymore, so any similarity to real life is remote. Nobody take this seriously. Or I'll 'ave ya. Spelling mistakes stay in, it's the way God wrote it through me, I'm not about to change that.

Sunday, December 04, 2005

The old shamrock vs grass battle..

So the Gardaí (the "police cops" of Ireland) have seized millions of euro worth of hash this last week.

I'm talking like a statue of liberty could be carved out of what they hauled in two separate operations.

The statistic on the news was that there's enough hash there to provide a joint for every person in the country.

And they're just sitting on it.

I mean, sure, rolling 4 million joints would be a tough job, particularly in a poorly ventilated sweatshop such as I'm envisaging, but it would provide employment for immigrants, gypsies and stoners alike, bringing people that are out of it, into it. Together. Sharing the love. And afterwards, they all get one hell of a day off.

I mean, logistically, it would be tough. Ecumenically... I don't even like to think.

But I reckon it could all be sorted by Paddy's day. Easy.

You'd send an envelope to every household, with joints for everybody. Even little ones for the kids, in cool skins.

Man, I'm telling ya, seriously, and I'm not joking now, it would be fucking MEGA.

Sunday, July 03, 2005

A simple mission

I want you, each of you free-thinking, sensible people who read this, to go out tomorrow, find one idiot (just go outside and through a stone) , and take his money.

Idiots with money are dangerous.

If idiots didn't have money, then people couldn't sell crap. It's actually that simple. For future reference, I'll talk about that as the "money/crap equation" and you'll know what I mean. Thanks.

So let's close the college doors for a while, take away all the qualifications a person can get and let those who still crave validation starve for it. You don't need it. Nobody is born stupid. I'm convinced it's reversable.

The whole thing more or less has to come down because we've got our world arse-over-head in a big way. It doesn't work. Docile, boring-ass masses distracted by pretty shiny things and stick-and-carrot wages. You work, you get money, you keep working, you keep getting money, but you don't get rich ("rich" is the carrot) - if you're not happy, you quit and you get the stick - no money at all. And the prospect of being rich just vanished too. So you keep going, cause you need a little money, then you see you can just keep earning the stuff like nobody's business. But THEN you need an iPod and a big TV. A car. A bigger house. Better clothes. Carpets. Wallpaper. Drapes.

It all adds up and basically you're broke again. But at least you feel fancy with your car and your TV and your drapes and your iPod. You spend all your money showing off how rich you are - and all that shit you bought won't sell second-hand for jack nothing. Except maybe the house. Which might have to go. Because your ass is probably getting fired. That hasn't got anything to do with being an idiot. It's just poetic justice.

But to the problem in hand, vis a vis idiots. People are idiots frustratingly selectively. A guy who can keep track of 200 players in a football league, and factor the permutations into an educated guess at a result but doesn't even vote is an idiot in one area, but not another. Not voting is a way of making the state irrelevant, and noble as such, but not voting because you don't care is stupid.

It doesn't have to be how it is. It actually doesn't. If ever there's been cause for a revolution, it's the Starbucks/MTV world. Global Warming is practically insignificant, apparently. Computer simulations are a waste of time because they assume we know what's happening with our planet in extreme detail. We can barely get the weather right for Tuesday.

In the past, farmers took their tools in their hands and fought their opressors when it went too far (a romantic image and symbol, but they didn't fight with AK-47s, did they?). Actually, it had been too far for quite a while before anybody really knew. But they didn't have anything to do but drudge. We still drudge, but then we go watch Pimp My Ride or Mythbusters (cool show by the way) and it goes away for a while. So we're kept safe and docile in the knowledge that the big things don't matter, as long as our "rides" are "fly".

MTV can fuck away off for itself.

But we don't have tools these days, do we?

Do you believe me?

We have tools. Better than tools. We have weapons. Shake your head around a bit.

But not too much. That's your brain you're sloshing around in there like a jackass.

It's not a fucking donkey. And it shouldn't be treated like one.

Actually, I don't even think DONKEY'S should be treated like that.

The whole carrot thing is pretty mean when you think about it.

Thursday, June 23, 2005

Not just between the lines...

But behind them as well.

Here are some headlines from today's google news aggregate. I moved some words about because they were in a mess, here's what I think they were trying to say (I added nothing, left out some double words and that's about it):


Fully Loaded Communist Party Against All Odds in heavy fighting NBA Finals - so that's where they went.

Ford Fighting Kills 4064 Taliban Rebels - so that's where they went.

Boy Scout Spy To Be Used In Space - finally NASA pull the finger out. So to speak.

Scientists Find New Ways For fighting bleak outlook on Ku Klux Klan - they just need a hug, really.

Afghans say Fighting Kills - well yes, they would say that. America says- what fighting? They only thing that kills us is slipping on oil.

US Spy Says Solar Power Hits Social Security in Kansas Confederations - poor Kansas. Will Dorothy ever come home?

Asia: Cup Rebels - take that saucer! And spoon! And dish! And plate!

Guantanamo Bay: 64 heavy Taliban fall in - so that's where they went.

US Military shares George Hawi, Phan Van Khai, Gavin Henson, Jacob Zuma - so that's where they went.


Man it's hard to read the news these days. It's all gobbledegoogle to me.

Monday, June 20, 2005

A New Poem About Caring

My mobile phone,
is the most under-appreciated,
forlorn and lost looking thing
in the world.

Apart from homeless kids. Obviously.

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It's been a funny week for Wilt. I'm lucky my creative juices are still up to the above standard.

Monday, June 13, 2005

Sounds like crap to me!

My girlfriend is getting a new alarm clock. It can wake you up with the sound of birds or a forest or a fucking sperm whale for all I know. What the fuck. I might have to stop staying over. Or set my alarm (which BEEPS, by the way (it's a manly alarm)) a minute before hers so I can throw that shit out the window.

This throws light on a bigger problem.

What happened to the way shit sounds? Three instances of people fucking with the classics:

Mobile phone ringtones. Jesus. Ring, ring. That's how a phone rings. If I want to hear 50 Cent's (that should be on his records as the price, and even then it should be covered by a 70% discount sticker) latest pile of crap single, I'll turn on my radio. Or my TV. But I don't want to get a bus and hear that shit in the seat behind me. Even if it's a good song. It's not right. The reason a phone rings like it does is so when you hear it you know what's going on. Ring, ring. Oh, better get that. These days when a phone rings in public... well with each stupid ringtone I hear, the world gets closer to a mobile phone-related throttling spree. I swear to god. And that crazy frog... I found a game where you get to shoot him accross the land. It was good.

Lifts. Elavators, if your feel fancy. The one in my sister's building talks. Telling you what floor it's on. Except it's wrong the whole time. "But it's to help blind people." Man. Braille's never wrong. And besides. Lifts should bing. Doors open. Binnnggg!. Then maybe tell you what floor you're on. Maybe. It could give advice I guess. "Looking sharp" would be pretty cool. But they'd never do that. 'cause they're jerks.

The freaking alarm clock. I don't want to wake up to jungle sounds and think, omg! wtf! Where m I? or some stupid crap. At least not unless I'm good and hammered. Man. I should hear BLART! BLART! BLART! and wake the fuck up.

There's a Lesson here.

Lesson of Justice #4:

Don't fuck with how shit sounds, ya dumbasses! Never, ever allow yourself to get involved in this kind of nonsense. Even if your family is starving and riven with disease, don't make an annoying ringtone or a novelty alarm clock. If there is a god, he hates that shit.

Saturday, June 04, 2005

Asshole Manual

Here’s the plan:

A manual. For assholes. That is, a how-to guide. A Being-an-assohle-for-dummies.




Things to include: how to spell like an asshole (inc DO NOT PROOF READ), how to speak like an asshole (inc DISREGARD OTHER PEOPLE), how to swim, drive, cycle, walk, dress, act and play sports like an asshole.




Some people don’t know how to be proper assholes. I’ve met many enthusiastic amateurs, but few who really had the whole (excuse the pun) package. This book will be for them. The wannabes.




Do you want to be an asshole?

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Lucas, you're off the team

Another movie begets another Lesson of Justice.

Star Wars Ep III comes with the expected acreage of fight scenes, lightsabre juggling and robot bashing. In one such fight, Hayden "acting's not his thing bless him" Christensen (or however you spell that crappy name- back in the Golden Age of Hollywood if you had a crappy name you had the decency to CHANGE it) and Ewen "Tonker" McGregor stop for a chat in a fiery volcano world. Even Shakespeare knew that in a fight the only appropriate dialogue is along the lines of "Have at you, you lowly swineherd!"

"From my point of view, you are evil" - wussiest repartee ever! He deserves all the crap that happens to him.

Listen up Lucas:

Lesson of Justice #3: When fighting, real men don't stop to debate the nature of evil. Especially if they're holding lightsabres. On a volcanic hell-world. In a fucking Starwars movie. Jesus. I feel like the frikkin maid.