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Tuesday, 26 June 2007

Crossing The Floor - And The Electorate


"Hmmm. It's Tuesday so I must be........New Labour!!"


Beware the power of the blog - The Grantham New Town blog!!
This pathetic, ill-informed, badly written drivel has at last struck right at the heart of the Mother of Parliaments, a blow which must surely signal the start of the bloody revolution which will oust our capitalist overlords and bring a brave new era of hope and equality for all to these shores!
Yes, Quentin Davies, the Tory MP for Grantham, has decided that he was wrong all the time and everything I have ever said, ever, was right and so he has changed political horses and joined Labour's ranks.
Quentin - now there's a good, earthy, honest-to-goodness, working class name if ever there was one - was obviously converted by my reasoned and irrefutable political arguments but I fear that he may also have gone in search of the populist vote, bearing in mind that this blog is read by anything up to four people every week - well, some weeks. Good weeks, that is.
So, which particular hole did Mr Davies see in the Swiss cheese which is Conservative philosophy to make him realise the error of his ways? Was he, after all, not in favour of members of the Countryside Alliance being allowed to shoot poor people? Perhaps he disagreed with the Tory's plans to jail everyone outside Surrey? Could it have been that one day - just one - he read the Daily Mail and thought to himself "What a bigoted, small-minded, ill-informed, nasty, petty, sexist, racist, homphobic, disturbing and dangerous little rag this is"?
I'm afraid it was none of these things. It was, according to the great man himself, that he thought David Cameron was shallow, had no real principles and was obsessed with PR and courting media popularity. Well, it's obvious what you do if you feel like that, isn't it?.............you join New Labour! I mean, no-one can say Blair and his cohorts are obsessed with spin and what the papers say and that the only policies they have are the ones dictated to them by Murdoch, the Daily Mail and Wise Guys from America intent on cleaning up over here with grubby, crooked, mega-casinos.
It used to be said, in the days when I was alive, that what Mr Davies had done was to "cross the floor" or "cross the House". This euphemism for "being a hypocritical, unprincipled, self-serving bastard with the morals of crack whore who just wants to save their own skin, expense account and liberally-minded secretary by joining another mob thought to have more chance of election than the one for which they stood at the election" reflected the fact that MPs who switched from Tory to Labour or vice versa actually had to physically move from one side of the House of Commons, where followers of their previously adopted political doctrine sat, to the other side, where sat followers of the diametrically opposed doctrine they now chose to support. The trouble is, thanks to Blair, there is now virtually no difference whatsoever between the political doctrines of the Tories and New Labour (if, in fact, either of them has what could be called a doctrine) and so the phrase "crossing the floor" is redundant. It has been replaced by the more accurate term "shuffling along a little bit".
Well, Quentin - who, by the way, speaks like Leslie Phillips, just like all grass roots socialists - is obviously a man of great honour and principles. We need people like that in Grantham New Town so he can leave Grantham and......well.......just shuffle along a bit.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

That photo speaks volumes.

I have never seen a more unpleasant looking human being. If he's as slimey and smug as that on the outside, his inner self must be despicable beyond description.

He does actually look JUST like the sort of spineless unprincipled opportunist to leave a nasty taste in your mouth, metaphorically speaking. I bet he would literally speaking, too, if he got half a chance. Thoroughly vile.

Talk about a picture being worth a thousand words. I'll shut up now, I think.

BGT

Vicus Scurra said...

I think you are being a little harsh. There are sometimes good reasons for leaving one party and joining another. This afternoon I resigned from the North East Hampshire Trotskyist Anarchist Alliance and joined the Anarcho-Trotskyist Party of North East Hampshire.

Barry Lawrence said...

BGT,

You're beginning to sound like Telly Savalas - stop it!

Vicus,

Splitter!!!

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!!
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
Apparently, in my case, "computer say 'no!'"

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........

IT'S THE QUIZ OF THE WEEK! JUST SCROLL DOWN AND HIT "FULL QUIZ".