Ho, ho, ho, well if it isn't fat stinking billygoat Billyboy?

The Casual Pepper-Spraying Cop has found his niche: he's a droog, and he's up for a bit of the old ultra-aerosol.

Droogs (Thanks, Fipi Lele!)


  1. This is one of the best ones I’ve seen so far, especially if you know the movie (mild spoiler).

    Later two of the droogs become cops. Exactly the kind of cops you’d expect.

  2. Can you spare me some cutter me brothers?

    No.  But we can spare you some orangeness.   This ‘shop is brilliant on several levels.

    I saw a dirty overcoat
    At the foot of the pillar of the road
    Propped inside was an old man
    Whom time would not erode

    The night was snapped by sirens
    Those blue lights circled past
    The dancehall called for an ambulance
    The bars all closed up fast

    – The Clash

  3. How art thou, thou gloppy bottle of cheap, stinking chip-oil? Come and have one in the yarbles, if you have any yarbles.

  4. I also had a Clockwork Orange flashback when I heard about Lt. John Pig, but I thought of Dim:  a subhuman thug who gets to vent his criminal lust for ultraviolence by putting on a uniform.

  5. “Evidence of the ol’ glassies! Nothing up our sleeves, no magic little Alex! A job for two who are now of job age! The police!”

  6. This is awesome on all kinds of levels.

    I wonder just how horrified Kubrik would be to see that the world is pretty much reflecting his works.

    Then again, he might have been amused all to hell; the guy was a bit loopy.

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