Detterling has published the most appalling libels about me on his pathetic excuse of a blog. Yet, when I post a comment to put the record straight he deletes it or refuses to publish it at all. What a lily-livered bottlejob!
Yes, he has been seen deleting posts and running for cover. I guess it all bears out the old adage:
Once a bottlejob
Always a bottlejob
Shall we let this get us down? Never. Shall we all have a laugh again at that photo of Detterling trainspotting in 1959? Well, yes I think we shall:
And as a further example of rancid nastiness of this deplorable man Gene Vincent's foetid imagination, consider this piece of pure filth which he published on his blog last year, continuing his grubby fantasy of having sex with my wife and fathering my son.
ReplyDeleteWhat appears below is pure filth, designed to distress and wound - something which Gene admitted he had set out to do.
What sort of a Catholic writes diseased stuff like this?
"Detters I had a very powerful dream about Delia the other night. It was so erotic. A bit fuzzy about how things began in the dream but I remember it clearly from the point where I had just given her a good spanking. Nothing hurtful ... just a firm spanking. Afterwards Delia lay on her back saying,
"That was wonderful Gene ... but now I really need Le Coq Sportif. I need Fellini in action."
"Okay Delia, get on your hands and knees," I commanded.
She did so and I mounted her from the rear Doggy style. As we know the Doggy position is Delia's favourite.
Oops! Sorry, I forgot. You wouldn't know that Detters would you as you don't 'service' Delia. Tee! Hee! Hee! Hee! Chortle! Chortle! GENE"
Oh come on Detters. That's old hat now. Gene explained the very exceptional circumstances behind this and apologised profusely.
ReplyDeleteHe has gone out of his way to remain friendly with you - and even offered to meet you and Delia on his visit to Whitley Bay last spring.
Mr & Mrs Anonymous
Torquay
Fuck off, Gene. You said "I am writing a piece about Delia. You won't like it". That you wrote it on the wrong side of a bottle of cheap Chianti merely means that we saw the real Gene - a vicious, dirty-minded bastard who enjoys inflicting pain, just as you did to that Geography teacher and the CofE colleague.
DeleteFor which reason your claim of our "remaining friendly" is delusional nonsense: I have always loathed you and especially do I despise the shallow, smarmy religiosity that you call religious faith.
As it happens, I worked out where you would go to church in Whitley Bay and I was in St Edwards' that day. There was no mistaking you either - a fat bald shit with that ridiculous beard, like unwashed pubic hair. I wanted to come up to you at the Peace and kick you in the balls, but as I have a lot of respect for Mgr Faley I didn't want to ruin his mass. I wouldn't be so restrained on a second occasion.