By some bloke called He’s Spartacus. I’ve just tried to sign up for the beta programme. Unfortunately I was unable to complete the process as there is no option for loyal Subjects of Her Majesty the Queen. I am not an EU Citizen. That is all. This blog supposes it should be happy that it […]
3,000 plus new offences have been dreamed up since 1997 by the government of the People’s Post-Democratic Euro-Region Formerly Known as Great Britain. As an hommage to the dedication, application and sheer ingenuity of our nation’s lawmakers, He’s Spartacus is proud to present a new weekly series, Criminal Offence of the Week! It is, believe it or […]
Some people really do have the most extraordinary priorities. Not only does Adele Grant believe her child should be taught that animals aren’t harmed in the production of meat (and is perfectly comfortable hounding schoolteachers out of a job to prove it), she also appears to think that this, from her Facebook page…. ….is an […]
I dunno, wherever do they dig up this stuff? Apparently it’s from his salad days at Keble. No Bullingdon Club references, please. That wouldn’t be fair.
Screw the crystal meth stories. This is the real dirt…. “Every morning I would get up and find another piece of my identity on the pillow, in the wash basin, down the plughole. I asked myself: you want to wear a toupee? On the tennis court? I answered myself; what else could I do?” Did […]
A disaster of epoch-making proportions was narrowly avoided yesterday when, for twelve agonising, nail biting hours, the world waited, digits crossed, gaze fixed intently on its computer screens, to see whether or not @stephenfry, the man widely acknowledged to be in charge of the internet, would make good his admonition that he would be leaving […]
Never let it be said that He’s Spartacus shies away from tackling the serious issues in life head on.
I invested in a new rug yesterday. I regret to report, however, that I got it home and discovered it is just wrong on every conceivable level. It would, I have decided, suit the apartment of a homosexual drug dealer. Ah well, I shall just have to heave a sigh of resignation and return to […]