"Pardon me, Sire, but ones knob is on show."
While I'm in the mood.................that buffoon-in-a-dress which is Harriot Harman was on Any Questions on the wireless today trying her little best to defend Tithead Blair in the face of one or two teeny criticisms the rest of us have been uninformed and stupid enough to level at him.
Firstly, as regards the recent Islamic terrorists trial which revealed that MI5 had, in fact, come across the future London bombers but failed to do anything about them, she repeated Blair's reasoning as to why there should not be a public inquiry into the affair. "As the Prime Minister has said," Harriot whined, "an inquiry would not reveal anything new."
'Scuse me! I know I am probably being an idiot and, as ever, Tone is right and I am wrong, but don't you learn what an inquiry reveals AFTER you have conducted it, not BEFORE? Isn't that kinda the purpose of them? If it is conducted openly and without being rigged, how the fuck do you know what it will reveal? Having said that, in Blairworld I am obviously being naive. Look at the Acme-Joke Hutton Inquiry. It is now apparent that TB only ordered the inquiry once he had fixed the remit and the idiot conducting it to ensure that nothing would come out which was in the least bit critical of him and his cohorts. That's lawyers for you. Never ask a question to which you do not already know the answer.
Our Harriot was not done, though. While everyone else on the programme said Blair's legacy was basically that he has been a cunt, she said: "Ten years ago, who would have thought that you could have growth, social justice AND first class public services?" This is another Blair mantra. I'll leave the growth thing to the more economically educated but first class public services? Which fucking public services? Him and Thatcher sold them all!!
Gas? - fucked and call-centred.
Water? - fucked and running out of water all the time.
Steel? - fucked and with the turnover of the average village sweet shop.
Railways? - oh ho, ho, ho, ho, ha, ha, ha. Fucked!
Coal? - fucked off so that it doesn't exist at all anymore.
The police? - they're all too busy filling out fucking forms to go out and catch villains and now we have a crime problem to match that of Guatemala!
The Post Office - not yet completely fucked but soon to be sold.......to the fucking Germans!! Gunna get better? Je ne pense pas!
That just about leaves our precious "safe in their hands" National Health Service. It's almost bloody bankrupt! Nine out of ten trusts are reporting heavy losses. They're paying consultants MORE to do LESS! They have shedloads of "managers" to analyse the figures and cook the books to meet Blair's targets but are understaffed in frontline services. People are getting told in some instances that the hospital would love to treat them but, sadly, the drug needed to save their life is too expensive and would mess up the profit and loss account!
New Labour keeps chanting these lines in the belief that the more you say something, the more it becomes true.
As to "social justice", that takes too long to go into here. Suffice to say that the gap between rich and poor is growing ever larger, the power of corporations is exploding and banks are now out of control while the rest of us just have to like it or lump it!
The most laughable part of Any Questions was when it was revealed what has been lined up for Blair when he finally packs up his pasta-making machine and Chablis stocks and fucks off out of Downing Street. Wait for this, you'll love it. He's going to become...........I kid you not, this is true..........a peace envoy for George Bush in the Middle East!!!!!!! That's like Vlad the Impaler becoming chief executive of the Blood Transfusion Service or Attila the Hun becoming a fucking social worker!!! Do me a favour.
I have already sent Blair to Grantham - twice, in fact, as I recall - but his clones and apologists can all go as well, particularly Harriot Harman.
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Saturday, 5 May 2007
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WEDNESDAY, 21 NOVEMBER 2007
SHORTS DON'T MATTER! 1.
From the greatest programme ever made about association football, Barnstoneworth United FC manager Mr Dainty delivers one of the finest English soliloqiues of all time.......and afterwards, spare a thought for the club steward's wife Vera (YOU ONLY HAVE TO WATCH HALF OF THE CLIP!!).
Monday, 12 November 2007
Not everyone who agonises over their life is a painter. Some of us agonise because we're NOT painters.
....And On the Subject of Great Public Services
I know most of you have heard this marvellous song by those doctors who are the Amateur Transplants......but I think the video is a nice addition. P.S. If there are kids in the room I'd shuffle them out before hitting play.
...There's More
On the subject of those great doctors, here is their version of More Than Words which presents their challenging views on women outside Watford. The very-soon-to-be ex-Mrs Pither, coming from Cumbria, is a huge fan. Again, get those kids out of the room!
Leave Britney Alone, Ok!!!
Oh...........my............God!!!!!
My heartfelt thanks go to BGT for this. I won't say much more, I don't need to. Mr Loony of Loonytown, USA (I think it's a bloke, anyway), says it all. I fear he may be wound too tight for.....well.....well for everywhere, really!
Tuesday, 18 September 2007.
I wish I'd sung this!
For non-Americans, and with apologies to all the smart arses out there who already knew, the FCC is the Federal Communications Commission and it monitors TV and radio output in the States - a sort of broadcast police - while the EPA is the Yanks' so-called Environmental Protection Agency, a body which does exactly the opposite of what it says on the can.
(P.S. We went to the same school, you know? Eric and me, that is, not George, Martha, Dick and Condoleeza and me. I don't think they went to school.)
P.P.S. Please see below if you are I Like The View, Malc or Doris.
To Make You Laugh and Cry
I was listening to this on a Sunday, the very-soon-to-be ex-Mrs Pither is a Catholic, Tom Lehrer is one of my all-time heroes and this is one of his best.............no other reasons.
On a more sombre note (and with thanks to Fish for coming up with this Woman's-Own-passes-the-time-in-the-dentist's-waiting-room nonsense), why not get a computer to tell you that you are a waste of space and your life is a sham of a mockery of a farce? Ok, it's from one of those poxy dating sites but...go on, take the test. You ain't got much to beat!!
Apparently, in my case, "computer say 'no!'"
This Is My Life, Rated | |
Life: | 4.2 |
Mind: | 4.1 |
Body: | 2.7 |
Spirit: | 8 |
Friends/Family: | 1.6 |
Love: | 0 |
Finance: | 5.9 |
Take the Rate My Life Quiz |
I First Saw This When I Was Little - And Loved It! I Hope That Explains a Few Things
Fuck, Fuckety, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck
It has been pointed out to me that, particularly for one whose profession is supposedly literary, my language is getting worse. My use of the "F" word is, I am told, far too prevalent and hence loses impact.
To those who share this view I suggest you watch the following:
Tony Blair Isn't a Burglar - But If He Was.........
In the spirit of Gustav Holst's Jupiter and Manfred Mann's Earth Band, I feel like raising a smile today.
The Big Green Thing alerted me to this and, for no other reason than to raise a smile on an otherwise crap Wednesday, I think it has to be shared.
Grantham shall not have him - when he gets out of prison.
Life On The Edge - No Net.
I was wrong when I feared it might be a dull weekend, what with my pals being away, my soon-to-be ex-wife in rehab and only the dogs to play with. How wrong can a man be? This much fun must surely be illegal?
Just click to see the japes and hoots I am having!
Click again to see how things got REALLy exciting!
Tomorrow we're going to chase pigeons.
The Good Old U.S. of A. - Guardians of Freedom and Democracy. Nothing to Be Scared of, Then?
Be honest........
Who fucking cares!!
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