And we all thought it was only Colonel Davidson that had sneaky looks at the postal voting in contravention of electoral law.
I wonder if the police will be speaking to Criminal Raab?
I wonder if the police will be speaking to Criminal Raab?
And the unionists (in particular Alex Cole-Hamthingy) are in a fankle about there being some snagging work on our bridge? Seriously, I wouldn’t be surprised if secretly they are hoping that it falls down so they can blame the ensuing mess on the SNP. Poor excuses for opposition.
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Good Lord, Jeremy Hunt, May’s Foreign Secretary, has been talking about our “shared values” with Saudi Arabia, a mediaeval dictatorship that stones people to death for minor infractions of their legal code, which is entirely based on their rather weird interpretation of the Qur’an.
I know he was stupid and unsuitable for the job, but for heaven’s sake.
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I see the Saxe Coburgs are in the news today wasting another few million of our money on a personal affair (some minor princess who’s never done a hand’s turn for the country in her puff is hardly a state occasion)
So, just to reassure them that we are thinking of them, here’s a picture of the supremely useless tosser, Edward, beating a dog. Presumably because it’s about the level of his capabilities.
We should remember when we are spending so much money on their family weddings, just how enduring most of them are… Margaret, Charlie, Andy, Anne… then maybe we could get the dosh paid back when they split up?
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Oh, and I’ve just noticed that Dominic Raab, the newly appointed Brexit Secretary, isn’t actually going to be Brexit Secretary… I mean he’s still going to have the title, the salary and the car and be called Rt Hon and all, he’s just not actually going to be doing Brexit. So it didn’t take them long to find out he was a useless whatsit.
No, don’t look at me like that. This is Britain. It’s all totally possible.
Anyway, wait for the exciting news. Mrs May is going to take over the negotiations herself (because she’s so good at this stuff).
Anyway, you might say that “Brexit means Brexit”, but you can’t say the “Brexit Secretary means Brexit Secretary”.
It’s a funny old world, ain’t it just!
I wonder, with all this leisure time on his hands, if Dom will be taking over the tea duties from Fluffs…
Or maybe he’s the one that will be doing the stockpiling of food. The Rt Hon Secretary of State for Warehouses, Workhouses and Ration Books for the deserving poor?
It gets more surreal by the minute.
…According to a report in the Daily Mirror
So there you have it… a life beyond Free Healthcare, Social Security and notably, given that he’s Housing Minister, a life beyond COUNCIL HOUSING!
Most interestingly, the group wanted to see Workhouses for debtors. Crickey!
Now that is Jacob Rees Mogg territory… 18th century, where Mogg belongs.
But Rabb is a minister.
And that is frightening.
Once we are out of the EU, all bets are off if this lot stay in power.
Independence anyone?