The charge: that the accused did wilfully and with malice aforethought manufacture very small low-powered cars and flagrantly market the same to immensely fat people with poor spatial awareness thereby preventing commuters from going about their rightful daily business
Tally ho
Hello sweeties Gosh what a perfectly dreadful time it has been lately. London has been absolutely sardined with cousins from the country down here protesting about the horrid hunting ban. Now I adore spending time with the rosy-cheeked in-laws when I am in the sticks but town is town and country’s country. Darlings I do… Continue reading Tally ho
We didn’t start the Parly
On the occasion of my witless opponents railing at the cost of the new parliament building
The Fraser Report
On the occasion of the publication of Lord Fraser’s report into the Scottish parliament spending fiasco
Oor parliament’s finished
On the occasion of the completion of our glorious new parliament building
A welcome to wee Nicola
On the occasion of the promotion of Nicola Sturgeon
The stinky has hit the fan
Howya Me typing might not be all that great today on account of how I’m writing this from under me bed. I figure it’s the only place to be in case there’s a Paddy Wagon at me front door and a bunch of plods offering me a lift to the cop shop to help with… Continue reading The stinky has hit the fan
Olympics Not Ideal
You’d think they’d get the message, but it seems that no matter how few people turn up to the festival of contrived sports that is the modern Olympic Games, they still persist in holding them. The games have cost billions of Euro to stage and as I watched the beach volleyball last night I could… Continue reading Olympics Not Ideal
Sven Goran Eriksson
Blimey what a rammy about Sven giving it large to that bird from the FA. Can you Adam and Eve that they were going to sack him just for having a bit of extra time with a secretary? Bleedin crackers. If they wanted to give him the boot because he couldn’t get his team to… Continue reading Sven Goran Eriksson
No Donald Dewar
On the occasion of Alex Salmond’s questioning of my ability