In a hospital without a mask, trying to deflect from the story of a guy who earned hundreds of thousands of pounds by using his position as an MP… and bringing in the fact that his wife killed herself because he was being investigated, as some sort of mitigation. Utter arse.
“That’s too much booze for you, as you approach 60. There was always – and I remember this from my Telegraph days – a manic intensity to Johnson’s drinking. Others would give themselves a day off every now and again. Not him. It was as if he feared any consciousness of who he is.
“I mean as I get older, in common with most people, I do drink less. Still happy to drink with people I love and I think it enriches my life. Johnson still drinks like he is a lot younger than he is and I am afraid there is a word for that and it’s not a pretty word.“
And, you’ll note, the ignorant pig hasn’t got a mask on, despite sitting close to people, including 95 year-old David Attenborough.
Such utter ignorance and selfishness makes my flesh creep.
SCOTTISH breathalyser .. this wee laddie is holding a set of bagpipes.
Says another: “Wha’s that?”
“I call it a Scottish breathalyser”
“How’s it work?”
“Ye juist blaw intae this pipe here … and if ye like the sound it makes, ye’ve had tae much tae drink.”
SHE’S single. She lives right across the street. I can see her place from my patio. I watched as she got home from work this evening. I was surprised when she walked across the street, up my driveway and knocked on the door.
I rushed to open it. She looked at me and said: “I just got home and I have this strong urge to have a good time, dance, get drunk and make love tonight! Are you doing anything ?”
I quickly replied: “Nope, I’m free!”
She said: “Great! Then could you look after my dog?”
So . . . we’re sittin in the boozer and suddenly the barman shouted “Dis onybody ken CPR?”
Says I . . “Aye . . . in fact ah ken the hale alphabet”.