PM Clown Interviewed

I have to thank Bob Shawadiwadi for giving me the inspiration to produce this video. I have plans to produce more in this series.

Never going to give you up

Anyone fancy a walk?

One of my heroes is Old Holborn. He is arranging his annual stroll around London

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It’ll be nice to get a bit of exercise.

Is Gordon Brown the evil twin of Chorlton from the mirror universe?

The physical likeness is uncanny.

The snot goblin is no happiness dragon

The evil, pant pissing, snot goblin brings misery to all.

Cosgrove Hall should sue for deformation.

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What the fuck is a “solid oak inverted banjo thwinking device” you may ask. My answers is that I have no fucking idea what a “solid oak inverted banjo thwinking device” is. Blame Durbs at ContractorUK forum. I posted that I was No. 1 for Snot Gobbling Deviant on Google, but it was bumped down to No. 2 when that post was indexed. He was taking the piss as wanted to know what happens when solid oak inverted banjo thwinking device is posted.

We shall see what happens.

There is no pain, you are receding ...

There has been an extremely enjoyable blog posting that has been doing the rounds the last couple of days regarding the poor mental health of that cunt Brown. Rather than repost it as others have, I’ll post a link to the original entry: Not Born Yesterday - ESTABLISHMENT 'COLLUDING IN PLIGHT OF SICK MAN BROWN'. Given my feelings about the pant pissing, snot gobbling Cyclops, I cannot resist making a comment or two.

The author claims that the sources of his story are valid, but they are too afraid to come forward. I believe this to be the case. I also believe that this story is in large part very true. As a lay person with absolutely no medical training whatsoever, I can say, with all the authority my qualification justifies, that Gordon Brown is a absolutely barking fucking mad cunt.

However, the very last thing we want is for the snot goblin to be declared insane by some doctors. If that happens then it immediately follows that the evil cunt is not fit to stand trial for his crimes. We will never get the fucking cunt executed like that. Having Gordon Brown, B’Liar, Mandy the Queen of Darkness, et al, hung drawn and quartered must be our main objective.

There is another thing to consider. Could these stories of the snot goblins poor mental health be deliberately planted by him? It is wholly consistent with the duplicitous nature of the cunt to feed these stories so that he can get himself declared unfit to stand trial and evade any prosecution for his misdeeds. He has a long history of such dirty tricks.

Update: I just had to add this video from the movie version of 'The Wall', by Pink Floyd

Forever Autumn

For three days in the pouring rain I fought my way along roads packed with tourists, migrant workers and bogus asylum seekers, each babbling in their own tongues; many either taking jobs form the indigenous population or drawing benefits. All that was of value to me was London, but by the time I had reach home soaked to the skin, I knew everything was gone.

The summer sun is fading as the year grows old
And darker days are drawing near
The winter winds will be much colder
Now you're not here.

I watch the birds fly south across the autumn sky
And one by one they disappear

I wish that I was flying with them
Now you're not here.

Like the sun through the tres you came to love me

Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away

Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way
You always loved this time of year
Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here

Lies and spin leapt from every media output, the population deluded into believing what they were feed – and I was swept along with them, taxed to hell and without hope. Finally I knew I had to head westward, over the ocean was my only hope of survival – a plane out of England.

Like the sun through the trees you came to love me
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away

A gentle rain falls softly on my weary eyes

As if to hide a lonely tear
My lift will be Forever Autumn
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here

As I hastened though the City, Paddington and Heathrow, more and more people joined the painful exodus. Sad weary women, their children stumbling and streaked with tears, their men bitter and angry, the rich desperate for a shoulder rub and feeling like an outcast.

We saw CCTV cameras and police everywhere stopping people to see their papers. Coffee shops, ticket offices, one asked for my Identify when I went to the lavatory.

Never before in the history of the world has a mass of human beings moved and suffered together. This was no indiscipline stampede – there was order and a goal, 60% tax had forced the better provisioning of tax planning. It was the beginning of the rout of talent from London, of the massacre of the United Kingdom.

A vast crowd buffeted me towards the boarding gate of the airliner. I looked at all the people already on board, but then looked straight to the left and to my first class seat. At the sight of me the attendant showed me to my seat and asked if I wanted something to drink. At that very moment the door was closed and I caught a glimpse of some migrant airport worker as the plane pulled back and prepared to sweep me away from all that.

Like the sun through the trees you came to love me
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away.

Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way

You always loved this time of year
Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here

Update: Here is the original.