Cocks, Censorship And Madame Arcati
HELLO, bitches. God knows what I’m doing here.
But here I am, at the invitation of the Anorak editor after he witnessed the recent appalling Google censorship of my Blogger blog. For four years I happily mixed exclusive media/showbiz/books/whatever stories and commentary with the very very occasional celebrity cock (usually PhotoShopped; Daniel Radcliffe’s remains the public’s all-time fave) – then suddenly a Google Content Warning was slapped on me.
Right of appeal? Don’t be ridiculous. Google doesn’t actually interact with its users – instead, it has messageboards policed by moralistic unpaid fat arse cock-cunters who can just about manage a semi if you say spam or porn at them. There’s one in particular whose bonsai career ceiling is about to cave in if I have anything to do with it.
Ironically, I don’t think it was the celebrity cocks that upset a few of my readers but a titties pic of the late 50s glamour girl Pamela Green. Or did the persistent complaints of certain failed journalists, who’d suffered under the Madame Arcati lash, finally get to Google? – it’s so easy to click that Report Abuse button. Over and over again.
Anyway, never mind. I am delighted to be here. And if you followed Madame Arcati before, where were we?
Oh, one last thing for now: it’s pronounced ah-kar-tee. Madame Ah-kar-tee. Noel Coward fathered me for Blithe Spirit – few thought him capable.
Posted: 29th, June 2010 | In: Reviews Comments (35) | TrackBack | Permalink
