Sunday, July 19, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Sid insults peoples wifes again
What would your wife NITA say about this then Sid?
We all know she works at (********************) while you sit on your worthless fat arse posting crap on the internet! while you are suppose to be looking after the kids!
The net is tightening...
We all know she works at (********************) while you sit on your worthless fat arse posting crap on the internet! while you are suppose to be looking after the kids!
The net is tightening...
Sid's dad is still alive!!! and he is married to a black!
I have received an e-mail today from a good source of information that has told me that sid does have a dad (called pete/peter williamson), and that his dad is married to a Jamican woman!!! They do have children so that means sid has half bothers/sisters who are black!! Note how sid said I do not have a dad, he did not say he was dead, but just that sid has disowned him etc His dad also lives in Brighton/Saltdean with his black wife (that why sid moved down south as he had no choice when family moved down there. he did not move there to look for work).
Do you want to deny this sid?
Ok then mate, I will contact the press in Brighton about this and let them do a scoop about former WNP official with his black half brothers lol
Just go on and admit it, as when this comes out you will look like a bloody idiot! I may even take me camcorder down and interview your dad myself to find truth in my capacity as a WW reporter.
Do you want to deny this sid?
Ok then mate, I will contact the press in Brighton about this and let them do a scoop about former WNP official with his black half brothers lol
Just go on and admit it, as when this comes out you will look like a bloody idiot! I may even take me camcorder down and interview your dad myself to find truth in my capacity as a WW reporter.
Friday, July 10, 2009
WIGANPIERS said...
True news story about "Drunks Head Soup"
The old injunction to 'go boil your head' has been used by an Asian woman on a drunk.
The woman "heard in 2008 that SOUP MADE WITH A DRUNK'S HEAD could help cure her daughter who had suffered from medical problems for years" the Chengdu Commercial newspaper reported - the news links are quoted below.
Sadly it may not be THE Asian woman who has shacked up with an unpopular drunken bullying thick all-round TWAT loathed by white nationalists .
The woman enlisted some help to collect up an unconsious drunk before making his head into soup, then gave "her 25-year-old daughter soup made from the drunk’s head and duck" the paper claimed.
"and duck" - Yes that apparently is the essential extra ingredient for a successful Drunk's Head Soup.
Sid is already completely 'quackers' so many gourmets would find that adding a bit of Duck would make that particular 'Drunks head soup' no longer wholly VEGETABLE BASED (arf! arf!)
Just with the ingredient of that numbskull floating in a Drunks Head Soup it would simply be far FAR TOO THICK for anyone's palate .
Can being 'in the soup' explain why Sidney is no longer a Party 'Head' ?
Has anyone noticed that Sid has lost his head recently: Certainly Sids 'heady ' thoughts on the VNN forum seem to be a bit more headless than usual.
So did Sid boil his own head?, or if Sid did end up in an ethnic broth mixed with a fowl addition, can the average Ilkeston housewife advise this learned forum if a mallard is better than goose or guineapig to add piquancy?
This observer's advice to Sid would be to avoid his habit of falling asleep rat arsed and bladdered obstructing a public gutter. Who knows, if he continues his badold ways it may enable a passing member of his co-habiting asian community to get ahead?
Lulz etc
Source: Chengdu Commercial newspaper
Soup: Daily Telegraph http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/asia/china/5617094/Chinese-woman-boiled-mans-head-to-cure-daugthers
The old injunction to 'go boil your head' has been used by an Asian woman on a drunk.
The woman "heard in 2008 that SOUP MADE WITH A DRUNK'S HEAD could help cure her daughter who had suffered from medical problems for years" the Chengdu Commercial newspaper reported - the news links are quoted below.
Sadly it may not be THE Asian woman who has shacked up with an unpopular drunken bullying thick all-round TWAT loathed by white nationalists .
The woman enlisted some help to collect up an unconsious drunk before making his head into soup, then gave "her 25-year-old daughter soup made from the drunk’s head and duck" the paper claimed.
"and duck" - Yes that apparently is the essential extra ingredient for a successful Drunk's Head Soup.
Sid is already completely 'quackers' so many gourmets would find that adding a bit of Duck would make that particular 'Drunks head soup' no longer wholly VEGETABLE BASED (arf! arf!)
Just with the ingredient of that numbskull floating in a Drunks Head Soup it would simply be far FAR TOO THICK for anyone's palate .
Can being 'in the soup' explain why Sidney is no longer a Party 'Head' ?
Has anyone noticed that Sid has lost his head recently: Certainly Sids 'heady ' thoughts on the VNN forum seem to be a bit more headless than usual.
So did Sid boil his own head?, or if Sid did end up in an ethnic broth mixed with a fowl addition, can the average Ilkeston housewife advise this learned forum if a mallard is better than goose or guineapig to add piquancy?
This observer's advice to Sid would be to avoid his habit of falling asleep rat arsed and bladdered obstructing a public gutter. Who knows, if he continues his badold ways it may enable a passing member of his co-habiting asian community to get ahead?
Lulz etc
Source: Chengdu Commercial newspaper
Soup: Daily Telegraph http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/asia/china/5617094/Chinese-woman-boiled-mans-head-to-cure-daugthers
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Dr Mike said...
I have received several personal messages from Sid on a certain site:
************************
Q: Doctor, I've heard that several rounds of treble Scothes and a bottle of wine for my breakfast can prolong life. Is this true?
A: Your Liver is only good for a intake of so many barrels of liquid and that's it... don't waste them on staying sober.
Everything wears out eventually. Not getting paralytic at breakfast will not make you live longer;
Q. That's like saying you can extend the life of your car by driving it faster?
A. Want to live longer? Take a nap in a convenient gutter.
Q: Should I cut down on Turkish kebabs that the missus cooks and eat more fruits and vegetables?
A: You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does a cow eat? :- Hay and corn.
And what are these? They are green foodstuffs like vegetables. So tem of Fatima's kebabs are nothing more than an efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to your system. Need grain? Then eat a cow.
Beef is also a good source of field grass (cows eat green leafy vegetables)and a pork chop can give you 100% of your recommended daily allowance of vegetable products.
Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake at all?
A: No Sid, not at all. Wine is made from fruit. Brandy is distilled wine, that means they take the water out of the fruity bit so you get even more of the goodness that way. Beer is also made out of grain. So Sid as you used to say in your Brighton rentboy days:
Bottoms up!
Q: Doctor Mike how can I calculate my body/fat ratio?
A: Well sid, if you have a body and you have fat, your ratio is one to one.
If you have two bodies, your ratio is two to one, etc.
Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise programme instead of being simply sid the fat bastard?
A: Can't think of a single one, sorry. My philosophy is: No Pain...Good!
Q: Aren't fried ethnic foods bad for you?
A: YOU'RE NOT LISTENING SID!!! ..... Foods are fried these days in vegetable oil.
In fact, they are permeated in it. How could getting more vegetables be bad for you?
Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the middle?
A: No most definitely not! When you exercise a muscle, it gets bigger.
Therefore Sidney, you should only be doing sit-ups if you want a bigger stomach.
Q: Is pigging chocolate bad for me?
A: Are you crazy? HELLO Cocoa beans ! Another vegetable!!!
It's the best feel-good food around.
Q: Is swimming good for your figure?
A: If swimming is good for your figure Sid, then kindly explain Whales to me.
Q: Is getting in-shape important for my lifestyle of believing I am National Chairman/ Party Leader/ National Support NSG Gruppenfuhrer?
A: Hey Sid, 'Round' and 'spheroidal' are shapes too!
Well Sid I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had about food and diets?
And remember:'Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways - Bottle of breakfast wine in one hand - kebab, Turkish Delight and chocolate bars in the other - body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming 'WOO HOO I AM SID THE SAVIOR' , 'I WAS SOMETHING IN POLITICS ............(NOT).
Lulz and regards,
Yours,
Mike M.D.
************************
Q: Doctor, I've heard that several rounds of treble Scothes and a bottle of wine for my breakfast can prolong life. Is this true?
A: Your Liver is only good for a intake of so many barrels of liquid and that's it... don't waste them on staying sober.
Everything wears out eventually. Not getting paralytic at breakfast will not make you live longer;
Q. That's like saying you can extend the life of your car by driving it faster?
A. Want to live longer? Take a nap in a convenient gutter.
Q: Should I cut down on Turkish kebabs that the missus cooks and eat more fruits and vegetables?
A: You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does a cow eat? :- Hay and corn.
And what are these? They are green foodstuffs like vegetables. So tem of Fatima's kebabs are nothing more than an efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to your system. Need grain? Then eat a cow.
Beef is also a good source of field grass (cows eat green leafy vegetables)and a pork chop can give you 100% of your recommended daily allowance of vegetable products.
Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake at all?
A: No Sid, not at all. Wine is made from fruit. Brandy is distilled wine, that means they take the water out of the fruity bit so you get even more of the goodness that way. Beer is also made out of grain. So Sid as you used to say in your Brighton rentboy days:
Bottoms up!
Q: Doctor Mike how can I calculate my body/fat ratio?
A: Well sid, if you have a body and you have fat, your ratio is one to one.
If you have two bodies, your ratio is two to one, etc.
Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise programme instead of being simply sid the fat bastard?
A: Can't think of a single one, sorry. My philosophy is: No Pain...Good!
Q: Aren't fried ethnic foods bad for you?
A: YOU'RE NOT LISTENING SID!!! ..... Foods are fried these days in vegetable oil.
In fact, they are permeated in it. How could getting more vegetables be bad for you?
Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the middle?
A: No most definitely not! When you exercise a muscle, it gets bigger.
Therefore Sidney, you should only be doing sit-ups if you want a bigger stomach.
Q: Is pigging chocolate bad for me?
A: Are you crazy? HELLO Cocoa beans ! Another vegetable!!!
It's the best feel-good food around.
Q: Is swimming good for your figure?
A: If swimming is good for your figure Sid, then kindly explain Whales to me.
Q: Is getting in-shape important for my lifestyle of believing I am National Chairman/ Party Leader/ National Support NSG Gruppenfuhrer?
A: Hey Sid, 'Round' and 'spheroidal' are shapes too!
Well Sid I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had about food and diets?
And remember:'Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways - Bottle of breakfast wine in one hand - kebab, Turkish Delight and chocolate bars in the other - body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming 'WOO HOO I AM SID THE SAVIOR' , 'I WAS SOMETHING IN POLITICS ............(NOT).
Lulz and regards,
Yours,
Mike M.D.
Sylvia Plath said...
A LULZ POEM by Sylvia Plath
Sid wishes he had a poem for a rainy day
when the raindrops pelt against the PVC
of his new double glazed windows,
paid for by the state
for dubbing in white nationalists
And the Krakatoa rip of his wind problem
is the only sound breaking the day's silence.
He should be dreaming of getting a job,
up off his fat lazy arse,
Instead he dreams of being Supreme Chairman of his tiny pisspot Universe
or of writing to O.G. wondering what types of stuffed animals apart from cavies she collects.
Maybe rainy days are only wistful things for dreamers
and poets like what I am ?
Maybe he needs sobriety in his life and a free membership to the IA (Incontinents Annonymous).
Sids life can be mysteriously boring,
like when he gets a sudden phone call from the Benefits Fraud Agency
while he’s vacantly thinking if Florida is closer to his gaff than Ilkeston and if parts of Worthing really are east of Bognor Regis?
I wish I had a poem that was as sad as my eyes
or as quiet as a raindrop
If not, Jimbo my guineapig and me, are going to have to invent one.
Sid wishes he had a poem for a rainy day
when the raindrops pelt against the PVC
of his new double glazed windows,
paid for by the state
for dubbing in white nationalists
And the Krakatoa rip of his wind problem
is the only sound breaking the day's silence.
He should be dreaming of getting a job,
up off his fat lazy arse,
Instead he dreams of being Supreme Chairman of his tiny pisspot Universe
or of writing to O.G. wondering what types of stuffed animals apart from cavies she collects.
Maybe rainy days are only wistful things for dreamers
and poets like what I am ?
Maybe he needs sobriety in his life and a free membership to the IA (Incontinents Annonymous).
Sids life can be mysteriously boring,
like when he gets a sudden phone call from the Benefits Fraud Agency
while he’s vacantly thinking if Florida is closer to his gaff than Ilkeston and if parts of Worthing really are east of Bognor Regis?
I wish I had a poem that was as sad as my eyes
or as quiet as a raindrop
If not, Jimbo my guineapig and me, are going to have to invent one.
The Reverend Beverley K.Nutcase said...
Hello everyone!
Greetings to all in the most precious name of Sid the Messiah.
I find this site extremely useful as I am able to get an insight into the various beliefs and notions people generally hold about Sid.
No one can deny the fact that Sid was the most Famous Leader of the Universe (his tiny world as he knew it) , Party Chairman (all be it one of three members), Creator of the NSG (‘Numpties Sup Grolsch’?) , Benefactor (of the Lager brewing trade) and Sovereign Ruler of the not very long lived Notional Alliance. He is then the Supreme Authority....... on how not to do it.
When He lived among us in fleshly form He was termed ‘Sod Almighty’ (thanks to his Sod14 Blog that lasted as long as a centenarian Mayfly).
Yet the Sid made atonement for his long painful hours holding his ankles as an adolescent Scunthorpe rentboy through His symbolic death (dead drunk) and lo! arose from the dead (from the gutter) and is now seated on His heavenly throne in Saltdean.
Hallelujah. Do not forget that the Supreme Sid is in 'spirit form' and is now residing amongst us as a 'Holy' (ie Wholly Pissed on) Spirit.
In His sublime wisdom it is those treble Scotches! for breakfast that His most heavenly wonderfullness deigns to use as a 'CornFlakes substitute' .
So, to King Sid He who is a great figure (of merriment and comedy interlude) upon him be His well earned reward a holy discredited name! Amen.
Greetings to all in the most precious name of Sid the Messiah.
I find this site extremely useful as I am able to get an insight into the various beliefs and notions people generally hold about Sid.
No one can deny the fact that Sid was the most Famous Leader of the Universe (his tiny world as he knew it) , Party Chairman (all be it one of three members), Creator of the NSG (‘Numpties Sup Grolsch’?) , Benefactor (of the Lager brewing trade) and Sovereign Ruler of the not very long lived Notional Alliance. He is then the Supreme Authority....... on how not to do it.
When He lived among us in fleshly form He was termed ‘Sod Almighty’ (thanks to his Sod14 Blog that lasted as long as a centenarian Mayfly).
Yet the Sid made atonement for his long painful hours holding his ankles as an adolescent Scunthorpe rentboy through His symbolic death (dead drunk) and lo! arose from the dead (from the gutter) and is now seated on His heavenly throne in Saltdean.
Hallelujah. Do not forget that the Supreme Sid is in 'spirit form' and is now residing amongst us as a 'Holy' (ie Wholly Pissed on) Spirit.
In His sublime wisdom it is those treble Scotches! for breakfast that His most heavenly wonderfullness deigns to use as a 'CornFlakes substitute' .
So, to King Sid He who is a great figure (of merriment and comedy interlude) upon him be His well earned reward a holy discredited name! Amen.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
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Thursday, June 11, 2009
New Poem to Sid;
New Poem to Sid;
Dear Lord forgive Sid yielding to temptation,
Forgive his stupidity and his lust for worldly things.
Have mercy on his love of lowcost 'homemade pleasure' :
That Sid's repetitive habit of serial wanking sadly brings.
It's hard to understand Sid more than sometimes,
So very 'different' is Sid's tiny/ cretin/ mongol mind.
He suffers everyday since he was
sorely rogered.
In Brighton rentboy days he took it from behind.
In Leeds he only shat in public so Renouf could comprehend
the things that drunken gobby piss artists tend to go through,
[each and every single tiresome trying bloody day],
So Lord give mercy, be our saviour and remember.
Sid's excuse? he was born ugly fat and disadvantaged
(That the midwife missed an opp. to do away)
So thank you for compassion and forgiveness,
Thank you for your love and empathy every single day.
Thank you, but do send a lightning bolt from heaven
To release him from a life of anally retentive booze sodden gross decay.
____________________
***1
(And lets face it, there are few creatures outside of a Petri dish that are simpler than Sid?)
Dear Lord forgive Sid yielding to temptation,
Forgive his stupidity and his lust for worldly things.
Have mercy on his love of lowcost 'homemade pleasure' :
That Sid's repetitive habit of serial wanking sadly brings.
It's hard to understand Sid more than sometimes,
So very 'different' is Sid's tiny/ cretin/ mongol mind.
He suffers everyday since he was
sorely rogered.
In Brighton rentboy days he took it from behind.
In Leeds he only shat in public so Renouf could comprehend
the things that drunken gobby piss artists tend to go through,
[each and every single tiresome trying bloody day],
So Lord give mercy, be our saviour and remember.
Sid's excuse? he was born ugly fat and disadvantaged
(That the midwife missed an opp. to do away)
So thank you for compassion and forgiveness,
Thank you for your love and empathy every single day.
Thank you, but do send a lightning bolt from heaven
To release him from a life of anally retentive booze sodden gross decay.
____________________
***1
(And lets face it, there are few creatures outside of a Petri dish that are simpler than Sid?)
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Sid tries to smear sharon ebanks
Note the background of that picture, looks like it has been taken in an office (Mi5 depot), or maybe sid has an office job lol
Williamson talks crap again
Anyone with half a braincell knows that sean h posted as tactics, and silkworm and tactics had two very different writing styles lol There may be more than one SF poster in stormfront sid. Did Jock Oldham give out someones IP address and you put two and two together? Maybe we should have a jock oldham watch?
Sid does not have Dad?
It appears sid says he does not have a dad, and so the claims about his black step mother may be false. Unlike sid, we will not make fun of a dead family like member he he so often does.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
An old poem for Sid
Brighton Sid is known by far
For pissing on the sofa.
He never works; he always shirks.
The dirty idle loafer!
He sups all day and sups all night
And is drunk for all to see
He staggers about when full of stout
And leaves a trail of pee!
This shambling wreck will piss his pants,
And he’ll get bloody plastered.
The booze-struck sot will down the lot,
The stupid drunken bastard!
For pissing on the sofa.
He never works; he always shirks.
The dirty idle loafer!
He sups all day and sups all night
And is drunk for all to see
He staggers about when full of stout
And leaves a trail of pee!
This shambling wreck will piss his pants,
And he’ll get bloody plastered.
The booze-struck sot will down the lot,
The stupid drunken bastard!
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
London to Brighton commuter said...
A poem about the train from London to Brighton when an oaf with pee stained trousers shambles on.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Arrived at the station
smelling unwell
here comes the tosspot
who pulls his own bell
Sid mind the gap,
as you enter that train,
You might fall under
and leave a terrible stain.
(lulzoluzolzlzlzlzlzlzlzlz!!!!!!!!!!!!oh f***ing lulz)
Sid then left his bag
on the platform too long.
‘Plod’ had to destroy it,
it looked like a bomb
When Sidney arrives,
all stand clear of the doors,
Commuters and schoolkids,
Beware of the bore!
And please do remember,
the rules not to smoke,
if someone lights Sid up,
just give them a poke.
Please also have sympathy,
for the staff on the train,
who endure his incontinence,
again and again.
Please follow all these rules,
and then hope-full-ly,
we'll all get to Sussex
in time for some tea !
Having travelled
next to “pisspants”
(ie williamson,sidney)
We exit to fresh air !
and Brighton-on-sea
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Arrived at the station
smelling unwell
here comes the tosspot
who pulls his own bell
Sid mind the gap,
as you enter that train,
You might fall under
and leave a terrible stain.
(lulzoluzolzlzlzlzlzlzlzlz!!!!!!!!!!!!oh f***ing lulz)
Sid then left his bag
on the platform too long.
‘Plod’ had to destroy it,
it looked like a bomb
When Sidney arrives,
all stand clear of the doors,
Commuters and schoolkids,
Beware of the bore!
And please do remember,
the rules not to smoke,
if someone lights Sid up,
just give them a poke.
Please also have sympathy,
for the staff on the train,
who endure his incontinence,
again and again.
Please follow all these rules,
and then hope-full-ly,
we'll all get to Sussex
in time for some tea !
Having travelled
next to “pisspants”
(ie williamson,sidney)
We exit to fresh air !
and Brighton-on-sea
another poem:
Sid waddles to car, pulls opens the door,
Tries to squeeze in, dumps feet on the floor.
Holding car key in bone-idle hands,
inserts into lock and then turns it around.
Engine starts-up with a splutter and roar,
shifts knob into gear then moves it some more.
He tilts in his seat to fart a ‘goodbye’
to his neighbors in Saltdean who look on awry.
Off to some pubs now? downhill he flies,
at nearest ‘watering hole’ he appears in a thrice!
Drinking unwisely while pissed, he appears.
A road safety terror with cellphone to ear.
Burning ‘lead-free’ and venting beer froth diarrhoea.
Here comes Sid Fuckwit who can now hardly steer,
Pedestrians watch out and all mind your backs!
He’s ‘rat arsed’ and ‘bladdered’ on highway or track,
He swerves and speeds, ignores Highway Code rules,
makes gestures to walkers, all of them rude.
Weaves in and out scares kiddies and dogs
does supreme dear leader national saviour roadhog.
Tries to squeeze in, dumps feet on the floor.
Holding car key in bone-idle hands,
inserts into lock and then turns it around.
Engine starts-up with a splutter and roar,
shifts knob into gear then moves it some more.
He tilts in his seat to fart a ‘goodbye’
to his neighbors in Saltdean who look on awry.
Off to some pubs now? downhill he flies,
at nearest ‘watering hole’ he appears in a thrice!
Drinking unwisely while pissed, he appears.
A road safety terror with cellphone to ear.
Burning ‘lead-free’ and venting beer froth diarrhoea.
Here comes Sid Fuckwit who can now hardly steer,
Pedestrians watch out and all mind your backs!
He’s ‘rat arsed’ and ‘bladdered’ on highway or track,
He swerves and speeds, ignores Highway Code rules,
makes gestures to walkers, all of them rude.
Weaves in and out scares kiddies and dogs
does supreme dear leader national saviour roadhog.
odinsrobert louis stevenson88 gal said
Saltdean's mossy hills,
burdened with a greedy twat
And his more then greedy mind
it levels into a russet land
to Brighton and beyond.
Chairman Sid of low reknown,
Supposed Leader of us all
Oh fuckwit twat with Turkish wife ,
Who never fails to appall.
In summers gone he bragged in pride
Folks came to laugh and call,
His pretensions bloomed no where beside!
Sid disgusted each and all
He seeks to take freedom away
(With censorship he bores)
With unearned welfare he does play,
gets pissed, falls on the floor.
And should the price of booze get higher
(Lord help and keep it low)
He shall not possess a single can
of Grolsch or Lowenbrau
He sha'nt be other than a joke
or his dimwit views survive,
For alcoholism has put him in a pound
He scarce can keep alive...
Tho' supported by his greedy pack
(Those CUNTS who delve and tear)
Williansonwatch has revealed his yellow spineless back
and exposed him in his lair.
burdened with a greedy twat
And his more then greedy mind
it levels into a russet land
to Brighton and beyond.
Chairman Sid of low reknown,
Supposed Leader of us all
Oh fuckwit twat with Turkish wife ,
Who never fails to appall.
In summers gone he bragged in pride
Folks came to laugh and call,
His pretensions bloomed no where beside!
Sid disgusted each and all
He seeks to take freedom away
(With censorship he bores)
With unearned welfare he does play,
gets pissed, falls on the floor.
And should the price of booze get higher
(Lord help and keep it low)
He shall not possess a single can
of Grolsch or Lowenbrau
He sha'nt be other than a joke
or his dimwit views survive,
For alcoholism has put him in a pound
He scarce can keep alive...
Tho' supported by his greedy pack
(Those CUNTS who delve and tear)
Williansonwatch has revealed his yellow spineless back
and exposed him in his lair.
John Clare 88 said...
Oh Dear What Can The Matter Be
Oh dear what can the matter be?,
An old bag in Ilkeston
stuck in Tesco's lavatory,
Bev was trapped from Monday though Saturday,
(Nobody cared she was there)
Oh Dear what can the matter be?
Dear, Oh dear what can the matter be?
Oh dear what can the matter be?
(Sid he once puked in her hair).
He promised he'd buy her a dildo to please her,
Veggieburgers three and a feather to tease her,
He promised he'd bring her some guineapigs and squeeze her,
and tie up her mousy greased hair.
O'din what can the matter be?
O'dins daughter what can the matter be?
Odins'gal what can the matter be?
(Martin's so soft its unfair).
He promised to buy her a pair of sleeve buttons,
and some old oxfam trousers that cost him but tuppence,
He promised one day, he'd give her come uppance,
(and give her a kick up the rear).
Oh dear what can the matter be?
Dear, Oh dear what can the matter be?
Oh dear what can the matter be?
(with Bev's 'gamey' unwashed derriere)
Sid promised to bring her a basket of posies,
Ten pickled eggs and a garland of of roses,
A copy of his book and a packet of condoms,
(to roger her front and her rear).
Oh dear what can the matter be?
Dear, Oh dear what can the matter be?
Oh dear what can the matter be?
(Martin and Sid cant compare).
Oh dear what can the matter be?
Oh dear what can the matter be
Sid has passed out and Martin feels wobbly,
Beverly has dropped one while spitroasting the two of 'em
(Odingals' gassed both the pair).
Oh dear what can the matter be?,
An old bag in Ilkeston
stuck in Tesco's lavatory,
Bev was trapped from Monday though Saturday,
(Nobody cared she was there)
Oh Dear what can the matter be?
Dear, Oh dear what can the matter be?
Oh dear what can the matter be?
(Sid he once puked in her hair).
He promised he'd buy her a dildo to please her,
Veggieburgers three and a feather to tease her,
He promised he'd bring her some guineapigs and squeeze her,
and tie up her mousy greased hair.
O'din what can the matter be?
O'dins daughter what can the matter be?
Odins'gal what can the matter be?
(Martin's so soft its unfair).
He promised to buy her a pair of sleeve buttons,
and some old oxfam trousers that cost him but tuppence,
He promised one day, he'd give her come uppance,
(and give her a kick up the rear).
Oh dear what can the matter be?
Dear, Oh dear what can the matter be?
Oh dear what can the matter be?
(with Bev's 'gamey' unwashed derriere)
Sid promised to bring her a basket of posies,
Ten pickled eggs and a garland of of roses,
A copy of his book and a packet of condoms,
(to roger her front and her rear).
Oh dear what can the matter be?
Dear, Oh dear what can the matter be?
Oh dear what can the matter be?
(Martin and Sid cant compare).
Oh dear what can the matter be?
Oh dear what can the matter be
Sid has passed out and Martin feels wobbly,
Beverly has dropped one while spitroasting the two of 'em
(Odingals' gassed both the pair).
William Blake88 said:
Sid is always greedy
And in a hungy mood,
When he look and see his plate
Filled up with tons of food.
Sid shits his pants in public,
He knows its rather crude.
There’s stretch marks on his arsehole
‘cause Sid eat too much food.
His 'friends' are laughing at him;
They’re calling sid a twat;
They hope he’ll have a heart attack
From pigging this and that.
They scorn and ridicule him,
But he ain’t gonna brood;
‘Cause they don’t seem to understand
That Sid's in love with food
Sid pigs food when he's sleeping,
And when he's wide awake
Even when sids on the bog
he's thinking of a steak.
Mashed kebabs and gravy,
Pies and things to chew,
Lard and bread and beans and fruit
And cheese that stinks of poo.
Fray Bentos corned beef, pizzas,
and 'snake and pygmy' pie
Guineapigs and kippers,
Oh My, oh my, oh my!
His greedy eyes light up and gloat
at Tuna fish and pickles,
It all slides in and tickles.
When grub goes down his throat
Budgies tongue and hot beef stew,
Bevs smelly seafood fanny,
There is no food Sid will eschew,
He'll bloody gannet any !
His stomach hurts. Sid's got the cramps.
Sid needs some food right now.
(Although he ate fine minutes ago
He still need lots more chow).
He'll swill it if it’s hot or cold,
(or even if it’s stale)._
And even though his belly’s full
He still would eat a whale.
Pass it if it’s cooked or raw,
Sid does not give a damn.
Food is food is what he says,
Let’s have that tin of Spam.
Stale blue cheese and Quiche Lorraine,
Guineapigs fried in butter
If you don’t give Sid lots more food,
He'll fall down in the gutter.
Turkish sherberts and chocolate malts,
Bread pudding and whipped cream.
Give Sid lots more food to eat
Or he’ll turn very mean.
He’ll sit on you you silly fools
So don’t push Sid too hard.
If you don’t want to suffocate
You’ll pass him that tub of lard.
Now pass those plates and pass them now
Don’t bother saying grace.
Just keep that food all coming in
And watch Sid stuff his face.
Chomp, chomp, chomp; chew, chew, chew
To eat is so much fun.
If Sid keeps going on this way
He’ll weigh another tonne.
He' ll sit on chairs and break them all.
He’ll cave in great big floors.
Hell piss on the sofas of his friends;
But won’t fit through the doors.
Some will laugh, but he don’t care;
Sid don’t give a damn.
While they’re out there leafletting.
He’ll be eating ham.
Nationalists all laugh at him;
They think it’s really funny
That all Sid does is eat all day
And has a big fat tummy.
They say that Sid should exercise,
That he should jog and run.
They think because they’re thin and lean
That they’re the sharper ones.
They say that if he's active
That he’ll lose lots of weight,
And that will make it easier
To find a sexy mate.
Slobber, slobber, slobber,
Jesus ain’t it fun,
To stuff your gob with food all day
And be a big fat bum.
It’s so much fun to eat all day,
To eat and eat and eat.
How thrilled he is when he looks down
And he can’t see my feet.
So you can do your exercise
That ain’t the stuff for Sid.
I’ll just sit at home all day
And eat and 'act the flid'.
Go jog you fools, you skinny things,
Go out and jog and run.
'cuz Sid is eating food all day,
To him that’s lots more fun.
And you have sex you skinny twigs,
Sid isn't gonna brood.
He can still mess up the bedroom sheets
By doing it with food.
I think I’ve said enough by now.
Except to mention 'Moobs';
Fat Sid has developed 'man tits' ,
From pigging too much food!
And in a hungy mood,
When he look and see his plate
Filled up with tons of food.
Sid shits his pants in public,
He knows its rather crude.
There’s stretch marks on his arsehole
‘cause Sid eat too much food.
His 'friends' are laughing at him;
They’re calling sid a twat;
They hope he’ll have a heart attack
From pigging this and that.
They scorn and ridicule him,
But he ain’t gonna brood;
‘Cause they don’t seem to understand
That Sid's in love with food
Sid pigs food when he's sleeping,
And when he's wide awake
Even when sids on the bog
he's thinking of a steak.
Mashed kebabs and gravy,
Pies and things to chew,
Lard and bread and beans and fruit
And cheese that stinks of poo.
Fray Bentos corned beef, pizzas,
and 'snake and pygmy' pie
Guineapigs and kippers,
Oh My, oh my, oh my!
His greedy eyes light up and gloat
at Tuna fish and pickles,
It all slides in and tickles.
When grub goes down his throat
Budgies tongue and hot beef stew,
Bevs smelly seafood fanny,
There is no food Sid will eschew,
He'll bloody gannet any !
His stomach hurts. Sid's got the cramps.
Sid needs some food right now.
(Although he ate fine minutes ago
He still need lots more chow).
He'll swill it if it’s hot or cold,
(or even if it’s stale)._
And even though his belly’s full
He still would eat a whale.
Pass it if it’s cooked or raw,
Sid does not give a damn.
Food is food is what he says,
Let’s have that tin of Spam.
Stale blue cheese and Quiche Lorraine,
Guineapigs fried in butter
If you don’t give Sid lots more food,
He'll fall down in the gutter.
Turkish sherberts and chocolate malts,
Bread pudding and whipped cream.
Give Sid lots more food to eat
Or he’ll turn very mean.
He’ll sit on you you silly fools
So don’t push Sid too hard.
If you don’t want to suffocate
You’ll pass him that tub of lard.
Now pass those plates and pass them now
Don’t bother saying grace.
Just keep that food all coming in
And watch Sid stuff his face.
Chomp, chomp, chomp; chew, chew, chew
To eat is so much fun.
If Sid keeps going on this way
He’ll weigh another tonne.
He' ll sit on chairs and break them all.
He’ll cave in great big floors.
Hell piss on the sofas of his friends;
But won’t fit through the doors.
Some will laugh, but he don’t care;
Sid don’t give a damn.
While they’re out there leafletting.
He’ll be eating ham.
Nationalists all laugh at him;
They think it’s really funny
That all Sid does is eat all day
And has a big fat tummy.
They say that Sid should exercise,
That he should jog and run.
They think because they’re thin and lean
That they’re the sharper ones.
They say that if he's active
That he’ll lose lots of weight,
And that will make it easier
To find a sexy mate.
Slobber, slobber, slobber,
Jesus ain’t it fun,
To stuff your gob with food all day
And be a big fat bum.
It’s so much fun to eat all day,
To eat and eat and eat.
How thrilled he is when he looks down
And he can’t see my feet.
So you can do your exercise
That ain’t the stuff for Sid.
I’ll just sit at home all day
And eat and 'act the flid'.
Go jog you fools, you skinny things,
Go out and jog and run.
'cuz Sid is eating food all day,
To him that’s lots more fun.
And you have sex you skinny twigs,
Sid isn't gonna brood.
He can still mess up the bedroom sheets
By doing it with food.
I think I’ve said enough by now.
Except to mention 'Moobs';
Fat Sid has developed 'man tits' ,
From pigging too much food!
One tit gal 88 said...
Sids fat, Sids fat
(He doesnt like that).
He wants to be thin
'cos thin is 'in'.
If thin is in,
but his gut sticks out?
Why eat so much?
That big thick lout.
Because sid's a glutton
His shirts won't button
His shoes wont tie
He cant even zip up his fly.
Chocolate bars and lots of pies,
Deep fried chips and curried rice.
Lard and grease, Kebabs galore,
(Thats why he cant see his feet no more).
He adds pounds and piles of celluose.
Thats why sid is comatose.
He piles on tons of Turkish food
(Ignoring English cooking. How rude).
How fatty feels I can't describe
He'll call a doctor and ask him to prescribe ,
Something good for indigestion
And then He'll ask him just one last question:
How can he lose the flab he has put on?
(He knows by now he must weigh a ton)
Can anyone eat the way you do?
(To pig that much is quite taboo).
There should be a law against the way he eats.
(He goes on a diet just so he can cheat).
To hell with dieticians what do they know?
(He's sure right now he's on a plateau).
Tomorrow's menu is a day away!
(I wonder just how much by then he'll weigh?)
Sid's fat, Sid's fat,
So what who cares?
(So what if his fat arse
takes up two whole chairs!)
He wants to be thin .....
......'cos thin is 'in'.
(He doesnt like that).
He wants to be thin
'cos thin is 'in'.
If thin is in,
but his gut sticks out?
Why eat so much?
That big thick lout.
Because sid's a glutton
His shirts won't button
His shoes wont tie
He cant even zip up his fly.
Chocolate bars and lots of pies,
Deep fried chips and curried rice.
Lard and grease, Kebabs galore,
(Thats why he cant see his feet no more).
He adds pounds and piles of celluose.
Thats why sid is comatose.
He piles on tons of Turkish food
(Ignoring English cooking. How rude).
How fatty feels I can't describe
He'll call a doctor and ask him to prescribe ,
Something good for indigestion
And then He'll ask him just one last question:
How can he lose the flab he has put on?
(He knows by now he must weigh a ton)
Can anyone eat the way you do?
(To pig that much is quite taboo).
There should be a law against the way he eats.
(He goes on a diet just so he can cheat).
To hell with dieticians what do they know?
(He's sure right now he's on a plateau).
Tomorrow's menu is a day away!
(I wonder just how much by then he'll weigh?)
Sid's fat, Sid's fat,
So what who cares?
(So what if his fat arse
takes up two whole chairs!)
He wants to be thin .....
......'cos thin is 'in'.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Williamson insults David Irving now
The fact that Mr Irving has published 30 books that are in librarys all over the world counts for nothing to an internet moron.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Peter Molloy outed as red
"We've been highlighted on a BNP website which is not the sort of publicity we want to attract and we have contacted the police about it, as that's not what we're about.
http://cache.zoominfo.com/CachedPage/?archive_id=0&page_id=1169871495&page_url=%2f%2fwww.sos-family.org.au%2fNews%2fnewspage4.asp%3fID%3d385&page_last_updated=6%2f30%2f2005+11%3a57%3a48+PM&firstName=Peter&lastName=Molloy
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Nick Griffin allowed sid to join BNP
He even allowed thos person to attend the RWB, this shows total disregard for our childrens safety!!! He openly called for rights to take place at RWB (with tommy williams)
http://griffinwatch-nwn.blogspot.com
http://griffinwatch-nwn.blogspot.com
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
unbelieable! Sid tries to take legal action against williamson watch
The simple fact is that the staff here 9 times out of 10 quote sid's own vile posts!!
How many times does sid makes threats and lies over the web?
He does not like to get dose of his own medicine.
Ok then scumbag, you take action and lets see the amount of illegal filth that you have posted previously as this will come to light in any court case.
http://www.justanswer.com/questions/1w87x-please-advise-link
How many times does sid makes threats and lies over the web?
He does not like to get dose of his own medicine.
Ok then scumbag, you take action and lets see the amount of illegal filth that you have posted previously as this will come to light in any court case.
http://www.justanswer.com/questions/1w87x-please-advise-link
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