The Gender Jihadi; The Traniban. The Rainbow Mafia. The Spectrum Sky Cloth Syndicate. Trantifa. The TRAs. The Blue-Haired Bell-ends.
They have many names, and they are batshit mad bastards.
Triggered by everything but a naked man in a women's prison shower, their hate of one person unifies like no other - Graham Linehan, aka Glinner.
And of the most dogged and rabid of all his hate-stans is Alan Driscoll, a vehemently resentful man harbouring a compulsive need to stalk, pester and bitch.
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Driscoll is obsessed with Linehan, having multiple Twitter accounts to continue campaigns against him once blocked or suspended: his page Opium Tea and its Twitter account are almost dedicated to him; his YouTube is heavily centred around him, and he also runs this WordPress, documenting things supporting his theory that Glinner operates numerous sock accounts on Twitter, a rather cheeky J'accuse, to my mind.
There's also this gaslighting open letter, where he feigns vulnerability, a hopeful heart and spiritual curiosity.
Glinner has written on the abuse from Chris Morris fans on a sort of specialist Kiwi Farms page, Cook'd and Bomb'd, and I gather this may be where Driscoll has spent some time, but whatever - let's have a snoop at the frantic anti-fan.
He's a type - instantly recognisable to me - who many years ago would have appealed to one of my sisters. It was a dark time, and a pre-therapy version of the much improved woman she is today, but for a while she suffered the affliction that is wobbly-knees around snide, full-lipped, boyish men who speak with received pronunciation.
This leaves me almost feeling like I know him. If I were to place bets on his foibles, they would include a revulsion to;
fat women, pubic hair, garlic, and acts of below the belt... ahem... certain kinds of giving.
There's also this gaslighting open letter, where he feigns vulnerability, a hopeful heart and spiritual curiosity.
Glinner has written on the abuse from Chris Morris fans on a sort of specialist Kiwi Farms page, Cook'd and Bomb'd, and I gather this may be where Driscoll has spent some time, but whatever - let's have a snoop at the frantic anti-fan.
He's a type - instantly recognisable to me - who many years ago would have appealed to one of my sisters. It was a dark time, and a pre-therapy version of the much improved woman she is today, but for a while she suffered the affliction that is wobbly-knees around snide, full-lipped, boyish men who speak with received pronunciation.
This leaves me almost feeling like I know him. If I were to place bets on his foibles, they would include a revulsion to;
fat women, pubic hair, garlic, and acts of below the belt... ahem... certain kinds of giving.
He probably has some form of superstition / uptight pedantry over umbrellas in the house, touching other people's hands, or something equally silly, too.
Absolutely certain he is in the right, Driscoll has harangued not only former colleagues of Glinner, but the brother of his ex-wife, on Twitter, as well as threatening to start one of those fictional condemn or be cancelled TRA campaign's against his ex-wife herself:
I might be offering unsolicited advice here, but my thoughts are that Glinner's ex-wife is completely out of bounds and should not be dragged into any of this. I am, perhaps, a less stoic trans ally.
Because, where the need for a brave stalwart of trans rights has arisen, Driscoll has ... well, lurked. Feminist to his core, here he is sizing up Marion Miller and how precisely to address her irrational discomfort of those naked men in a women's showers;
He is a multifaceted man, a polymath, and aside from endless Glinner-owning he makes music (I'm leaving this gem to the end) and comedy.
Driscoll clearly considers himself above other people, and I suppose anyone finding his comedic shtick unamusing is dismissed as too stupid to get it.
It's the moral imperative, the righteousness, it just stinks of a festering spite; a narcissistic propensity for cruelty.
For all his proclamations of valuing love and forgiveness, if he found an audience that enjoyed it, and got the right feedback, I've no doubt he would go all the way to Andrew Dice Clay material.
The rape jokes. Where Driscoll stutters and tussles his hair, and the jittery delivery makes me wonder if he went to Australia thinking he could capitalise on Hugh Grant's genteel, buffoonish image, having forgotten the optimal window of relevance was twenty-odd years ago, along with the workability of his face.
It's just juvenile edgelording, and, if I were to be so bold as to make a suggestion, it'd be adding a catchy 'not!' at the end of every other punchline, having previously alluded to something.
Rape is a subject very good comedians can sometimes tackle, but this hits like a nasty in-joke, a gut punch intended for someone special. This girlfriend - who he explains became suicidal after being raped on holiday awakens her previously repressed memories of being sexually assaulted in childhood - I think she is real.
Then, the scenario where a woman heckles a comedian for joking about rape.
Aside from the malevolence, it's just so fucking lazy, constructing this scene to a while, all for a minor, shite punchline. Risible.
Of course, the comedy excuse is always to hand, but when you look at other comments he's made, and the sheer number of grim comedy skits (murdering prostituted women, for example) it doesn't look great. He looks like any weirdo of concern working out other people's boundaries.
JL on Substack does a fantastic summation of the whole shit fest here, which is also helpful in unpicking one illustrative case regarding Felix Ferne; a 'trans masculine' with a history of trauma and what appears to be gravely dysfunctional coping mechanisms.
Absolutely certain he is in the right, Driscoll has harangued not only former colleagues of Glinner, but the brother of his ex-wife, on Twitter, as well as threatening to start one of those fictional condemn or be cancelled TRA campaign's against his ex-wife herself:
I might be offering unsolicited advice here, but my thoughts are that Glinner's ex-wife is completely out of bounds and should not be dragged into any of this. I am, perhaps, a less stoic trans ally.
Because, where the need for a brave stalwart of trans rights has arisen, Driscoll has ... well, lurked. Feminist to his core, here he is sizing up Marion Miller and how precisely to address her irrational discomfort of those naked men in a women's showers;
He is a multifaceted man, a polymath, and aside from endless Glinner-owning he makes music (I'm leaving this gem to the end) and comedy.
Comedy
Driscoll clearly considers himself above other people, and I suppose anyone finding his comedic shtick unamusing is dismissed as too stupid to get it.
It's the moral imperative, the righteousness, it just stinks of a festering spite; a narcissistic propensity for cruelty.
For all his proclamations of valuing love and forgiveness, if he found an audience that enjoyed it, and got the right feedback, I've no doubt he would go all the way to Andrew Dice Clay material.
Now, for the 'thoughtful and compassionate, intellectual comedy';
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A Rapey-er Wit
It's just juvenile edgelording, and, if I were to be so bold as to make a suggestion, it'd be adding a catchy 'not!' at the end of every other punchline, having previously alluded to something.
It fits perfectly with his material, and could modernise his act for... Well, someone will laugh.
Rape is a subject very good comedians can sometimes tackle, but this hits like a nasty in-joke, a gut punch intended for someone special. This girlfriend - who he explains became suicidal after being raped on holiday awakens her previously repressed memories of being sexually assaulted in childhood - I think she is real.
Then, the scenario where a woman heckles a comedian for joking about rape.
Boo, what a boring bitch, amirite?
But - get this - in Alan's comedic calculations, you could turn it into a right rib-tickler - she's gang-raped in the audience! It's ironic, making it ok, yeah?
Aside from the malevolence, it's just so fucking lazy, constructing this scene to a while, all for a minor, shite punchline. Risible.
Of course, the comedy excuse is always to hand, but when you look at other comments he's made, and the sheer number of grim comedy skits (murdering prostituted women, for example) it doesn't look great. He looks like any weirdo of concern working out other people's boundaries.
JL on Substack does a fantastic summation of the whole shit fest here, which is also helpful in unpicking one illustrative case regarding Felix Ferne; a 'trans masculine' with a history of trauma and what appears to be gravely dysfunctional coping mechanisms.
This is who Driscoll championed, by publishing chats involving speculation over the sad reality of her transition on her health and its consequences - things she has in fact said herself. I'm sure that helped.
Ferne had come to Glinner's attention, and most of terf island's, after she appeared at a trans rights demo dressed in pastels, dungarees, her head shaved and wearing a badge bearing the word 'slut'. While, to my mind, some did jump the gun, it's not surprising when adult baby trans activists are frequently present at Pride etc.
Ferne had come to Glinner's attention, and most of terf island's, after she appeared at a trans rights demo dressed in pastels, dungarees, her head shaved and wearing a badge bearing the word 'slut'. While, to my mind, some did jump the gun, it's not surprising when adult baby trans activists are frequently present at Pride etc.
In his routine about Watkins, he empathises with his situation and imagines everything going wrong after accidentally fucking a 13-year old, as part of a descent into jaded nihilism.
It all sounds so plausible now - who could blame Watkins in ending up a prolific paedophile, blowing crystal meth and crack into babies' faces before sexually assaulting them? I get it now, the old whoops-I-fucked-a-kid-by-accident, as a gateway drug to bad things.
It all sounds so plausible now - who could blame Watkins in ending up a prolific paedophile, blowing crystal meth and crack into babies' faces before sexually assaulting them? I get it now, the old whoops-I-fucked-a-kid-by-accident, as a gateway drug to bad things.
A salient warning.
Classic.
Still, what you must remember is Glinner is the one to have gone too far. He misgenders people and everything.
Here is Driscoll during the 'moral panic' over the little matter of a committed sex offender walking into a female only spa, to sit, naked, on the edge of a jacuzzi with a semi breaching the waterline.
Almost funny, isn't it? That there was a nine year old girl next to him - so what? Maybe it was a ladycock periscope, an integral part of the story about a submarine he was telling her? Why do the GCs always come to the worst explanation? Filthy minds, tut.
Despite his promise to 'dine' (who says 'dine'?) on Galloway's despicable hat collection, I am sad to report that Driscoll has not only failed to eat them - a pity, if they still contain mercury - but even to just acknowledge that this story was, in fact, entirely true.
Clearly this speaks to a heartfelt principle, because he really has a bee in his bonnet about the 'weaponisation' of child sexual abuse - example;
And that bee in that particular bonnet, all makes this next bit quite odd...
Classic.
Still, what you must remember is Glinner is the one to have gone too far. He misgenders people and everything.
Here is Driscoll during the 'moral panic' over the little matter of a committed sex offender walking into a female only spa, to sit, naked, on the edge of a jacuzzi with a semi breaching the waterline.
Almost funny, isn't it? That there was a nine year old girl next to him - so what? Maybe it was a ladycock periscope, an integral part of the story about a submarine he was telling her? Why do the GCs always come to the worst explanation? Filthy minds, tut.
Despite his promise to 'dine' (who says 'dine'?) on Galloway's despicable hat collection, I am sad to report that Driscoll has not only failed to eat them - a pity, if they still contain mercury - but even to just acknowledge that this story was, in fact, entirely true.
Clearly this speaks to a heartfelt principle, because he really has a bee in his bonnet about the 'weaponisation' of child sexual abuse - example;
And that bee in that particular bonnet, all makes this next bit quite odd...
Here's a sample of one of his fine works of trans ally-ship on that miserable website of his, this time targeting Maya Forstater and James Esses with a priceless satire where they plot to satisfy their paedophilic desires with a sex education program featuring fictional children's character, Ally, who is An Ally in sex education (geddit?)
"“It can be hard to stay focussed in a courtroom, when secretly you can’t wait for it to be over so you can get back to your plans for Sex With Children. So I’m very pleased to finally be able to make these fantasies a reality” he writes of Maya.
"If the idea of Sex With Children is appealing to you, then Maya, James and even Ally can be reached at the following email addresses:
maya@sexwithchildren.org
therapistjames@sexwithchildren.org
anallysexed@sexwithchilden.org"
Brilliant, isn't it? I especially like 'therapist' in an email address, because we tend to read "the rapist", it's a thing. It's also only about ten years since Stephen Fry pointed this out on QI. I still think 'psychotherapist' is better, but I had to add the 'psycho' bit, and what Driscoll does is really great, it is. We can't all think alike, can we?
Thank You For The Music
"“It can be hard to stay focussed in a courtroom, when secretly you can’t wait for it to be over so you can get back to your plans for Sex With Children. So I’m very pleased to finally be able to make these fantasies a reality” he writes of Maya.
"If the idea of Sex With Children is appealing to you, then Maya, James and even Ally can be reached at the following email addresses:
maya@sexwithchildren.org
therapistjames@sexwithchildren.org
anallysexed@sexwithchilden.org"
Brilliant, isn't it? I especially like 'therapist' in an email address, because we tend to read "the rapist", it's a thing. It's also only about ten years since Stephen Fry pointed this out on QI. I still think 'psychotherapist' is better, but I had to add the 'psycho' bit, and what Driscoll does is really great, it is. We can't all think alike, can we?
Thank You For The Music
It's with his gift for music that Driscoll has really made an impression on me. None more so than his song to commemorate the life of one of the 69 young people between 13-19 killed by knife crime in the UK, over last year.
This is A Place Like This (for Brianna)
A tribute which may have been in the notebook for years, but, fairs fair - if he hadn’t named it after Brianna, we wouldn’t know just how decent he is, would we?
No motive has been reported for the stabbing, all we know is the two suspects are of around the same age as Brianna, 16. But this doesn't stop Driscoll from arranging everything to the interior colour scheme of the hellscape he holds responsible (it's grey. All of it. And grainy. Possible splashes of bright, blood red in places).
It's a world of clinical cruelty and violence: Mindless trolls, ominous, labelled shower blocks of death (yes, really) and tabloids doing obscene hand gestures inside those awful, thuggish, working class people.
The puppet class, that's what we should call 'em. They drink in run-down pubs, not gastro pubs like The Turd on The Trouser-press, or whatever they're called in Islington.
The imagery is bleak, all bloody footprints, Burberry scrunchies, dragging knuckles and a creepy old man propositioning a teenager "wossa nice girl like you, doin' in a place like this..?"
A huge comfort to Brianna's family, I'm sure.
The vocals are spectacular. Driscoll, normally on the higher end of the bloke-voice spectrum, with a slightly whiny, tight,-throated, anxious nerd tone, attempts a husky, menacing growl in spoken word.
This is A Place Like This (for Brianna)
A tribute which may have been in the notebook for years, but, fairs fair - if he hadn’t named it after Brianna, we wouldn’t know just how decent he is, would we?
No motive has been reported for the stabbing, all we know is the two suspects are of around the same age as Brianna, 16. But this doesn't stop Driscoll from arranging everything to the interior colour scheme of the hellscape he holds responsible (it's grey. All of it. And grainy. Possible splashes of bright, blood red in places).
It's a world of clinical cruelty and violence: Mindless trolls, ominous, labelled shower blocks of death (yes, really) and tabloids doing obscene hand gestures inside those awful, thuggish, working class people.
The puppet class, that's what we should call 'em. They drink in run-down pubs, not gastro pubs like The Turd on The Trouser-press, or whatever they're called in Islington.
The imagery is bleak, all bloody footprints, Burberry scrunchies, dragging knuckles and a creepy old man propositioning a teenager "wossa nice girl like you, doin' in a place like this..?"
A huge comfort to Brianna's family, I'm sure.
The vocals are spectacular. Driscoll, normally on the higher end of the bloke-voice spectrum, with a slightly whiny, tight,-throated, anxious nerd tone, attempts a husky, menacing growl in spoken word.
It's painfully syllabic-specific (I'm no artist and know not of the term, but every syllable takes a new facial arrangement - as if trying to be lip-read across a nightclub) style of the genre that includes Leonard Cohen's You Want It Darker. The difference is, this darkness is onanistic with smug he called a boy a girl, and giggling he got a chorus with 'the bells end' in at number one.
Even in this purported tribute to a child victim of knife crime, he manages to cram JK Rowling and her merch in, as well as a reference that evidences his brain has been fully infiltrated, like a zombie-ant fungus;
"Ang-ry for-mer co-me-di-ans
who think they found their niche* (*heavy on the 'shhh')
"Was mixing images of pred-a-tors
With panic and pastiche*
"And there’s pend-ing litigation (lit-ter-gayy-sshhon)
And a defa-ma-tion trial..."
Even in this purported tribute to a child victim of knife crime, he manages to cram JK Rowling and her merch in, as well as a reference that evidences his brain has been fully infiltrated, like a zombie-ant fungus;
"Ang-ry for-mer co-me-di-ans
who think they found their niche* (*heavy on the 'shhh')
"Was mixing images of pred-a-tors
With panic and pastiche*
"And there’s pend-ing litigation (lit-ter-gayy-sshhon)
And a defa-ma-tion trial..."
Shocking, I know, but that bit was about Glinner. What a shitbag.
Just for good measure he throws in
"won’t someone think of the children" à la the classic 'haha! You care about children!' TRA meme, which is just incredible considering the context.
Topping off with magnanimity is the promise all proceeds go to Brianna's family and funeral fund. Brianna died, tragically, in February. The funeral fund garnered more than £100,000, and the single release was in May. What exactly was the point of this, except for a bit of cosplaying as Sir Bob?
(Alexa, play me Chumba's Slag Aid.)
I guess it's sad, for Driscoll, although it is funny for me. He just doesn’t have the timbre for it, so it feels unspeakably contrived and ... naff.
On the downside, against all my wishes I now feel I've had a glimpse at what it is to be sex-talked by Alan, and it was not good.
With that in mind, I better leave it there. Hopefully I won't stumble across any more of this, and Alan finds his true calling. In the sea.
Just for good measure he throws in
"won’t someone think of the children" à la the classic 'haha! You care about children!' TRA meme, which is just incredible considering the context.
Topping off with magnanimity is the promise all proceeds go to Brianna's family and funeral fund. Brianna died, tragically, in February. The funeral fund garnered more than £100,000, and the single release was in May. What exactly was the point of this, except for a bit of cosplaying as Sir Bob?
(Alexa, play me Chumba's Slag Aid.)
I guess it's sad, for Driscoll, although it is funny for me. He just doesn’t have the timbre for it, so it feels unspeakably contrived and ... naff.
On the downside, against all my wishes I now feel I've had a glimpse at what it is to be sex-talked by Alan, and it was not good.
With that in mind, I better leave it there. Hopefully I won't stumble across any more of this, and Alan finds his true calling. In the sea.
I know it's not cricket but since Alan has made ex-wives fair game perhaps we should inquire about one Lauren Piko?
ReplyDeleteMaybe even ask the dear the reasons why she divorced him and why Alan was spotted on his old Twitter feed alluding to the fact that he walloped him so bad that he now has PTSD flashbacks.
I'll lay even odds on "tranny chasing". It would explain a fair bit and would also explain why he's taken on the appearance of transitioning himself?
Lauren Piko? Hmmm. I don't know anything about all this but considering his complete lack of boundaries where other people's lives, it might be funny
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