The kind of wanker I am not, is the kind of wanker you are, which the kind that last about 10mins in the real world once every one realises how much of a fucking tosser you are (did you see that there? No self-censoring, great huh?).

I am going to piss off, I have a sunrise to watch, 15km of track and pipe to survey, some photos to take, etc, I might even go goat hunting if I get time. In the mean time, feel free to go fuck yourself.
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I would also like to impart at this juncture that mine is also up (indeed, as far as it may go without injuring anybody.

Glad you came back, because I wasn’t quite finished with you…

“i do believe ALL THE POSTERS ON THIS SITE ARE BLOODY WANKERS.”

That’s a lovely generalisation there. I’m assuming you’ve met them all and read all of the comments posted on this site? You see, that’s the sort of gross assumption and lack of tolerance that tells me you aren’t punk in the slightest.

It also implies that you, as a poster on this site, are a wanker. At least that makes one correct point. Well done.

“UP YOURS”

Yes, as you already said… consider ours very much ‘up’… can you not think of a better insult than that? I mean that’s the sort of insult you can hear on children’s television these days…

“AND PISS OF, ADAM!!!”

Sid, you’re a legend, I take it all back, you really are ‘punk’, so punk that in the all consuming rage of injustice you’ve decided to replace the letter ‘f’ with a comma… no one is going to expect that, and there we have, sticking it to the man and breaking down social norms with spelling errors.

Rock on.

UP YOURS, ALL OF U.

AND PISS OF, ADAM!!!

You’re starting to sound like a charicature of the 1980s sterotypical punk… a bit like Vivian from ‘The Young Ones’.

What I’m saying is that I somehow doubt your punk credentials now… believing more that you are probly some fifteen year old who still lives with his mum (she buys your clothes, right? But you customise them by putting holes in them)… or, what’s maybe worse, you might be one of those Americans who tries to speak with a fake English accent and ends up sounding like a stroke victim?

Which is it, Sid?

OH. AND UP YOURS!!!!!!!!!!!

I don’t mind you calling me a wanker, but don’t ever call the people who read this comic that again. It shows a complete lack of intelligence on your part and somewhat undermines your attempt to salvage the reputation of your hero.

‘Classic Johnny’ – I stand by my statement, he’s a former boyband member turned homophobic, violent corporate shill – He’s no more punk than daytime television.

What I do also find shocking is your self-censorship. Free speech is good, express yourself without the need for the ampersand and the asterisk.

Must say though, I admire you telling everyone to piss off. It’s like a formal punk sign off – Like the Hippie ‘peace out’.

I’ll sit on the fence with mine… Peace Off.

he was always VACANT. AND NEVER CARED.

PISS OFF!!!

Judge Judy… I think you’re right, it doesn’t get any lower than that.

And if it does, Lydon will find it.

Judge. Judy.

Seriously.

I mean, what’s a butter commercial compared to Judge Fucking Judy?

but he didn’t…

Go Dylan. If I’m going to sell out, it will be for a teleporting device.

Not to be.

And yes, the Ramones are way better…. Indeed, I think that’s part of my ire… There are plenty of punk bands without the acclaim of the Pistols who were far better, produced better music, were more punk and still maintain their credentials…

The problem is that a musician who claims he is a punk and then sells out isn’t unexpected… it’s the same thing they always do, and that’s what is so disappointing.

I never expected him not to sell out… I just hoped he wouldn’t.

And threatening women, I suppose could be seen as his movement towards equality for the genders… but as I see it he’s just a jumped up idiot.

(The dead crab, she said she said)

I can’t forgive this, and I can’t forgive Iggy Pop letting the Man use “Lust for Life” to sell people on cruise ship tickets, and I can’t forgive Billy Idol for recording a CD of Christmas standards without a trace of irony.

But I’ll forgive Bob Dylan for doing a Victoria’s Secret commercial, because he once said, some thirty-odd years ago, that the only thing he’d ever sell out for would be women’s underwear, and he kept his word.

I’m not sure how Star Trek and WoW apply to punk and butter.