Excitable right-winger Beck,
Has said that he’s planning to wreck,
The American state,
But this carries no weight,
As he’s several cards short of a deck.
When writing a menu for guests,
A chef will hear some strange requests,
But they must have asked “Why?”,
When ordered to fry,
Some prime ministerial breasts.
Ed Snowden in Hong Kong last week,
Decided that he’d take a leak,
Which was quite a surprise,
To all his fellow spies,
When he dumped them right into shit creek.
So now Eamon Gilmore has said,
That he’s selling some white and some red,
Our guests will be fine,
Knocking back Lidl wine,
And eating a crust of dry bread.
Pics: Wine Collector
This morning I heard someone say,
“Will you read Shatter’s novel today?”
And though I’m no prude,
I threw up and said “Dude!”
Then I turned fifty shades of “No way”.
Shatter’s novel, you say?
Laura by Alan Shatter
“Shatter, an Irish legislator and attorney, draws on his professional experiences for this syrupy, heavy-handed first novel about a child-custody battle. Sean Brannigan, member of the Irish parliament, is vocally pro-family and anti-abortion. But he doesn’t practice what he preaches: having seduced his innocent secretary, Colette James, Brannigan suggests that she obtain an abortion when she finds herself pregnant. Knowing her parents would throw her out if they learned of her pregnancy, Colette moves away and secretly arranges for adoption. John and Jenny Masterson, the adopting parents, “sob with joy” when they are given Laura, Colette’s five-day-old daughter.
But 10 months later, the young woman, haunted by thoughts of the child she never knew, refuses to sign the final consent papers and says she wants Laura returned. The Mastersons resist, and a legal battle ensues between the perfect, well-to-do adopting parents and the unstable, unmarried natural mother.
Guess who wins. Shatter depicts the legal arguments effectively, but flat dialogue and weak characterization detract from the dramatic potential.”
Review: Publishers’ Weekly, 1990.