yet further embarrassment for england.
three high profile jokes and z celebrities manage to make further fools of themselves.
if not four, including the 50th anniversay of the debacle in suez.
what a seven days!
two planks phoney tony and two jags primate prescott have left the orchestra pit (the city runs the economy and country from the stage) and left gormless gordon and his warts to teeter on the cliff's edge to which his incompetence and ignorance as chancellor led them.
i keep forgetting, what exactly is income tax - or, for that matter, council tax?
since i pay neither, am i eligible for these "tax credits" johnnies?
and talking about nauseating tits, why is this wanker 'arry moaning about not being allowed to join the other fools needlessly dying in the most connived and corrupt joke of a skirmish since suez 50 years ago?
you know what gingers are like in the sun. it's far too fucking hot for the disillusioned little chap. i'd advise him to hang around and watch hanover granny and phil the greek be cross-examined by mike mansfield in the di and dodi gone die case later this year.
talking of suez and the fiftieth anniversary; eden, what a great chap! but himself, france, egypt and saudi bleeding failed - bloody israel's still here. so why take it out on the third world (still) egyptians? and now the fo won't release the files - which, is, in fact, in itself, breaking the law.
at least the hammers have stayed up!
more importantly, what on earth does that thin-lipped pooftah norma vaughan think he's doing saying that he was the inspiration missing when england got (predictably) white-washed down under this winter?
you weren't there to play norma because you were fucking injured.
the ashes were only won over here courtesy of the bad call on the toss at edgbaston and the dropped catch by warney at the oval.
where you, norma, are concerned, tosser and dropped come to mind.
graystoke
ps. bring back hanging
