The Morag *BE WARNED*

Prisoner Cell Block H, a television show with such brilliance it deserves an Oscar, a god damn OSCAR! The show’s awesomeness is matched only by the sheer fugly horror of its stars. I will at some point dedicate a blog entry to its genius; however that’s not why I’m posting today (although the link between to PCBH will become all too clear). The missus watches Home & Away, never misses a show. I on the other hand haven’t properly seen it for some years, sure I catch the odd glimpse of old Alf calling someone a big galaaar or Irene falling off the wagon, getting tanked off her tits then killing someone, but generally I have been out of touch since the days of pothole faced Sophie was kicking it up and having her underage womb rat.

Today it happened, a truly devastating event from which I shall never recover, if Roland Emmerich saw what I saw today, he would use it as his template for ALL disaster movies after it. I have seen my share of horrific munters, for god sake I’ve woken up next to a few but this is on another level. It’s ‘The Morag’, I have added ‘the’ because the beast deserves it. Much as ‘The Balrog’ from LotR is beastly from the depths of hell, The Morag is so beasting, time actually stops in her presence (or seems to as you try to chew out your own eyes).

There is nothing else to say, words seem meaningless when describing the horror, the death, the destruction, the corpse. If death had a face it would look like this.