Such a prescient, beautiful sentiment.

Saturday, 6 November 2010

Rejoice, Hallelujah, Praise be The Holiday!

Could This Be?

A Christmas without, wait for it, Smug bastard Simpson, Closet Paxman,  Skinny Bruce, Moaning Martha, Hrrrmph Humphrey, Faux Flirty Tiny Turnbull and his Serial Adulteress Sian, Any time, Anywhere, Williams. Silly and Desperate Silverton. The list of possible joyous absentees is endless. A whole period reflecting the wonderful normality we are being served these past two days. The money being saved as the Country's leading, mouthy chatterati get a taste of the real world. A world they conspired to produce with their left wing bias and happy connivance in hiding the dreadful truth of Snotty's destruction of our pensions. What delicious irony as they feel that cold draught of a pension collapse of Biblical proportions laps under their privilege doors and all the sandbags have been sold to China!!
Go, in God's name go. We do not miss you one jot. By the way, I'm free Sunday morning and all next week, Mr Marr!!


  1. I heard that you live longer if you don't listen to the news.

    Well unless you fall under a bus of course!

  2. Hi OR couldn't see your email so ive posted it here
    Think you may like my new blog its pretty much like yours in a way.

    Have a look and let me know what you think. Lets have the bastards.

  3. Like many others I thoroughly enjoyed Thursday morning listening to tales of The Wash.