Monday, June 23, 2014

Felix Dennis: Man who spent $100m on tarts goes to heaven

The notorious planter of trees, Felix Dennis, is dead. Who? Do fuck off. Frankly he meant nothing much to moi. Oz trial. Lots of cock-cunting rock 'n' roll ("all needless" - Dennis) - says he spent $100m on drugs and tarts. Probably. I can believe that his big life ate up a lot of the planets resources; in later life he planted thousands of trees, so that's something. Unfortunately he was hirsute and this attribute always triggers my prejudices, as against the likes of Islamic terrorists aged 22 (to indicate pathetic conformity and allegiance to the faith of masculinity), male deities (authority and divine misandry), goats (foolishness), mammoths (extinct) and Lord David Blunkett of the Satyr (smugness with morning glory).

The two-faced hack creep and atheist Rob McGibbon interviewed him sometime ago and is worth glancing at:



I do like Dennis' poem Anti-Social Behaviour Orders - click here to hear it to the tune of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

6 comments:

C Rehill said...

Never saw the point in Dennis, one of my erstwhile "pals" on Facebook idolised him.

Anonymous said...

oh that's who McGibbon is ?. what a prick. I think Dennis spent a good deal of that money on ciggies as well hence his early demise.

Madame Arcati said...

Dear old McGibbon. He was quite keen on Madame until he signed up to do a column on the MoS and then he changed his tune - like most media whores, always covering his back (which given the metaphor is just as well).

Sunday Times Cunt said...

Felix Dennis made a fortune from magazines, more money than you can dream about. He lived life on the grand scale as opposed to the micro of your world. Isn't it time you fucked off again to write another book?

Madame Arcati said...

Thank you for the bio, dearie. Googled it did we?

Prof Dawkins said...

There is no heaven and no hell. At death, the synapses of Mr D expired along with the rest of him, and now he is simply a cold carcass.