the thing is, cobber
That you make out like qotw is some kind of terribly worthy creative writing workshop.

I'm assuming (based on your dismal literary skills) that you've never been near a creative writing workshop in your obese life. Would it be easier for you to bear if the (warranted) criticism of your output was expressed in softer language?

Rob. Your writing isn't very good and you appear to struggle with the concept of 'stories'. Perhaps you would be better off on a different website, perhaps one with a dedicated resource for budding writers.

Hope this helps.
(dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Wed 9 Jul 2014, 18:12, 1 reply)

I'm sorry, I'm not having that.
His stories are a wonderful insight into a fascinating world. Feel the depth, colour and vibrancy in which this world is described:

'Broke up with my "Queen of The Harpies" gf - "Painya" (you know that 1 truly fucked up relationship you have to have to understand that it was a truly fucked relationship) and the small group of (male) friends who chose her over me including my ex-business partner Dick (couple even fucked her - mmmm... slops, but already knowing what a fucked up bitch she could be my only question is "Why?").
A jizz-monkey - "Dumpster" moved in with me (gotta pay the rent... or not as was the case) who then did a runner aided by Dick.
My besty Ron-as-in-Later (that was his nom de plume) then took it upon himself to nick Dick's massive pot plant as revenge for seeing his mate so royally fucked over. He then slowly sold me large bags of that stuff over several months for a very small financial outlay (I'm talking silver coins - asked no questions, he told me no lies). Ron only told me that a few years ago. He died last Dec. I miss you mate.
So - Dick I enjoyed smoking all your pot you wanker. Cheers fuck-knuckle. I hope to god you still have the misfortune of being Painya's friend/wanna-be fuck buddy (she never liked the fatties btw).
Names changed cause I put a shit-load of sugar in Dumpster's bike tank & happily watched the business I'd built up (without a lot of Dick's help) crumble to not-very much AFTER he'd bought me out.'

It's simply joyous in its execution.
( Albert Marshmallow is a completely irredeemable cunt, Wed 9 Jul 2014, 20:06, closed)

Beautiful.
*wipes away tear*
(Plague Hedgehog 'posting crap', Wed 9 Jul 2014, 20:08, closed)

Salman Rushdie and Martin Amis are quivering in their boots.
John Berger is crying into his cup of tea.
(dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Wed 9 Jul 2014, 20:30, closed)

Not to mention &ré Breton
or Douglas Coupl& (renowned of course for Girlfriend in a , )
( Pig Bodine., Thu 10 Jul 2014, 1:02, closed)

'Salm& Rushdie'?

(dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Thu 10 Jul 2014, 7:04, closed)

Where would we be without our ace archivist?
Ignorant, that's where.
( edjogs Collared doves are shit., Wed 9 Jul 2014, 22:14, closed)

It was just another case of female stops play
on an otherwise total result of a holiday
(Dr Skagra glorious glargzhem, Wed 9 Jul 2014, 22:51, closed)