A lot of fuss about a Tory MP called Damian. I wonder if he is the son of the anti-christ, like his film namesake? I can't help feeling that this could turn out to be a lot worse than hapless shrew Jacqui "read my lips" Smith realises. If she is not careful she could bring the whole shootin' match down, Prime Ditherer and all. As the old Chinese proverb states, when you're in a hole, stop digging. JS has not only continued to dig, she has hired a JCB excavator to help her. Before it is too late, she must a)blame the police, b) apologise c)give me her job (or my brother Glen could do it).
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