...And At the Setting of the Sun, And in the Morning, We Shall Remember.....What an Mad Fucking Bitch She Was!

It'll be the first and last time I ever dance with Scousers!


My thanks go to the lovely John and Theresa (well, the lovely Theresa and the warthog-faced, Mancunian cider-processing machine known as John, really) for the following link. They thought it might interest me - I can't think why.

http://petitions.pm.gov.uk/thatchfuneral/

Even more strangely, you might think, I will not be signing this document, however laudable its intent. You see, if there is no big, public funeral for the acid-blooded, Devilwitchqueenbitchclovenhoofedwhoreofanarseholecuntwaspslag formerly known as Margaret Roberts, then where the Hell are people like me ever again going to get the chance to mow down a few guardsmen and the odd gun carriage and smash their ageing Volvos into a Nazi flag-draped coffin containing the heart-staked remains of one of the spawn of Satan before entertaining lily-waving crowds by then pissing on said varicose-veined, whisky-sodden, blue-rinsed remains?

One Declan McManus once told us all to "Tramp the Dirt Down" - and so we must. No, bring it on, I say! I shall be there - and staying on late to make sure she doesn't rise from the grave when the moon is exhaulted.

Hurrah!!!

P.S. It's all round to my place for a few dry sherries when she finally rolls a seven, if the undead can die.