I, Am a Freemason.

I, dear readers, am a Freemason.

Shock, horror, amazement, maybe the chap who commented on a previous post of mine was right; I am the poison of the earth…. Or am I?

Who exactly are the Freemasons? For many they are a perfectly harmless group. Little more than a working men’s club, who hold meetings, swap silly handshakes, have a few drinks and go back to their day jobs, all the while, in my experience, raising money for charities and generally doing good for the community.

But for some conspiracy theorists, they are a bizarre cabal of dastardly occultists banded together to control the world. Of all the conspiracy theories, none can match the Masonic theory for sheer scale.

Close Encounters of the ‘Turd’ Kind… Part 1.

No, I haven’t adopted an Irish accent I’m referring of course to the fecal matter which is currently being voided by Britains best loved lavatory paper ‘The Shun’.

When I decided I wanted to be a Journalist (a week last Saturday – the urge lasted around five minutes before relapsing into wanting to be wardrobe mistress to Johnnie Depp) I was quite shocked to find that most of the vacancies for writers had a minimum requirement of either degrees in media studies or high passes in common secondary school examinations. looking at some of the recent stories I’m left wondering – how come you don’t need a masters in Bullshit?

So, the article that bit my arse this time?