Now on BBC, later than expected and containing scenes which some viewers may find upsetting, it's
HOMES UNDER THE HAMMER
Find below an email just received from John Prescott (you know, the one who told us “we’re all middle class now” when the war criminal Tony Liar came to power in 1997).
The email is in support of Andy (Bug Eyes) Burnham, and the irony of the second word should give a good laugh all around when he’s knocking our man Corbyn:
Hello comrade! (We can still say that can’t we?)
I’m going to break the habit of a lifetime and be brief.
This leadership election is nearly over, and it looks like it’s down to a choice between Jeremy Corbyn and Andy Burnham.
I was glad I encouraged MPs to nominate Jeremy to get him into this race because we really needed a debate on Labour’s future.
And what a debate it’s been! People are flocking to meetings, our number of members and supporters has tripled and there’s a buzz about Labour again.
But now you need to decide who’s the best person to lead us back to power in 2020.
And for me, that person is Andy Burnham.
From progressive renationalisation of our railways to integrating social care into our NHS, Andy has the ideas, experience and passion to unite this party and put our traditional values in a modern setting.
We need a leader who won’t just lead protests ON Downing Street. Andy’s the best candidate to march us back INTO Downing Street.
Because if we don’t choose a leader who can win in 2020, we’ll give the Tory’s another five years of misrule to hit the poor and dismantle everything we achieved in Government.
So if you haven’t yet, please vote for Andy today.
The future of our country and our party depends on it.
And you’ll make me happy too!
Thank you and enjoy your bank holiday.
How about you feck off back to your middle class gold bath taps Prezza? And, no you cannot still call me comrade you utter twat.
I've gotta keep this brief as my French hosts (Ha!) at the Hotel We Hate The English will not let me connect to their Wi-Fi. So much for the old entante cordiale then!
It's been a character building kind of day so far.
The Spitfire I flew over in took just 45 minutes to get to Paris. Followed by another 30 waiting to land and yet another 20 to reach the terminal from the distant field it landed in somewhere near Belgium. Hint: never fly Air Frog.
The question is now, whether to risk waiting 30 more minutes waiting for a glass of frothy water by the name of Kronenpiss, or to accept defeat and stay in to clean the hotel room? Christ I'll be glad to be shot of this place come sunrise.
Watch this space for more merry tales from Gay Paree. I'm off to sink a carafe or two of Vino Rouge…….
Oh, how I'm looking forward to the forthcoming "Commercial Games".
I guess the good old BBC will soon start the build up coverage, and then my life will be complete. I'm especially looking forward to watching that nice Tom what's he called and the other young competitors who feel obliged to put a question mark? at the end of each sentence.
I was really impressed with the young whipper snappers who, when interviewed on the goggle box, said they were going to be the next Bradley Wiggins, or Wiggers as he's known to us cyclists and train spotters. It's nice to see young folk having such realistic expectations these days, don't you think? Far better than wanting to make a career out of Britain's Got Jack Shit, or Big Waster.
God forbid they might just wake up one day and realise that a job sweeping the streets would be beyond their intellectual capacity; or was that "capacity?".
It is with a heavy sense of irony that I hear in the news recently the plans of David Cameron to "crack down on benefit cheats". Surely this is a case of those in glass houses throwing stones.
Wasn't it just a short time ago that his own colleagues were in fact cheating their own benefits to the tune of millions of pounds?
Wasn't it also just a short time ago that his banker friends were receiving billions of pounds in bonuses while sending the country into recession? And isn't it just typical of a Tory government to start picking on the less well off to clear their own dirty debts?
I rest my case.
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Every year I cringe when the Echo blazes a headline about "Black Friday".
What has it come to in this country when citizens battle one another on the street because they have been released from their jobs for a few weeks? Visitors to this country would be forgiven for thinking that this is some kind of sick April Fools joke! Sadly this is not the case, but an all pervading sickness is overwhelmingly evident in white working class British society today.
Isn't it time that we as a nation took time out to address just what it is that makes the proletariat behave in this fashion at which, in most other Christian countries is a time of peace and goodwill?
I for one will be spending the run up to Xmas in the relative safety of foreign climes, and if anyone out there wants a good session without feeling the need to kick the living daylights out of someone, I'd recommend you do the same.