18 thoughts on “Boo! Hiss!

      1. Ollie Cromwell

        Telegraph and Times man myself old bean.
        The Mail is a bit,how shall we say,golf-clubby for my tastes.

    1. ReproBertie

      Your obsession is flattering even though I know your muck flinging is purely to try and distract from the Sasamach omnishambles.

      1. Brother Barnabas

        confessed yesterday that he was thinking of me while out shopping on Saturday afternoon

        considers us friends now, I fear

  1. Eoin

    Poor Theresa May, I’m beginning to feel for her. Yesterday in the House of Commons was horrible for her, but she looked and sounded the most like a statesman (woman).

    Tonight, there’s a crescendo of rumours that the threshold of 48 letters of no confidence in her has been reached. If that’s right, her own party will have cut her legs off just as she’s trying to salvage a deal.

    1. Martco

      don’t @Eoin.

      remember, she boxed herself in by calling a GE in a “ballsy move” & totally fupped it in the process…playing a game with stuff she & her detached posse didn’t understand. and now here we are with the Ulster Taliban keeping her at the trough?!

      I won’t even get into her time as Home Secretary….lets just say @Charger probably has a signed photo of her on his mantlepiece.

      as for the statesman-likeness…..this is one of the problems with modern politics imo…treating subjectmatter with detachment to get a vote in or a seat at the trough no matter the cost, debate team at uni stuff, arguing for something she really actually doesn’t believe in, total lack of vocation, fully deserved desserts.

  2. Nigel

    ‘Twas voting eve babe
    In the Parliament
    And old May said to me
    We’ll vote on another one
    And then she sought a song
    An old reassurances tune
    I turned my face away
    And dreamed about the EU

    They got frictionless trade
    And free movement for all
    But the regulations will hold you
    To standards so tall
    When first we did join them
    They were called EEC
    You promised me funding was waiting for me

    You’re a fascist state
    Run by Nazis
    You’re a technocrat’s fantasy
    You’re filled up with migrants who are bleeding you dry
    You’re hoarding your stock up
    You’re stuck with the backstop
    Renegotiate your arse
    That deal was your last

    The boys of the backbench Leaver choir
    Still singing “No Confidence In May”
    And the Mace was swung about
    For Brexit day.

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