Damian McBride. Is He Or Isn't He?

Question of the day, so far, has to go to Andrew Neil.....

Notice how quickly Mandelboys steps in to prevent a stumbling Balls from trying to answer the follow up question.

Nothing to see here, move along.

Yeah, right!

Quote of the Week So Far

"..... I am sick of being personally smeared by these completely amoral libertarians, and astonished that their groundless claims on McBride are repeated by people on such an unprincipled basis"

Tom Miller, Labour Parliamentary Candidate for Woking

Ahhh, bless ;-)

Oh No! Tom Miller Has Blown My Cover

That's it then, my secrets are out!

All due to the ability (?) of Tom Miller's character profiling technique.

Here is what he had to say in the comments, over at Obo's place . . .

GOT, wakey wakey, get that tinfoil hat off my son.

You don't actually live in V for Vendetta. You probably spend most of your time driving a ford focus or summat, and wearing Marks and Spencer shirts.

Ha ha, spot on!

I'll have to rush out in the morning to BHS and buy some new shirts, straight after I've chopped the Focus in for a Mondeo.

. . . and the Labour party wonder why we all think that they are completely out of touch with the real world. If that's how they perceive the likes of bloggers like me then they surely deserve everything that is heading their way.

Made oi fackin larrf tho!

Grumpy Old Twat Top Trio

So here, on this Bank Holiday Weekend and in no particular order, are 3 most excellent images that have caught my eye and amused me during the previous week.

All of them produced by like minded fellow bloggers . . . . 

@ Tea with a Tory which was spotted over at The Lone Voice

@ Let Fly The Pigs of War

@ Muffled Vociferation

Try Something New

Damian McBride Bin Ends

It is almost certain now that Damian McBride will be fucked off into obscurity, by Brownfinger's army of spin doctoring dickwipes, in a desperate attempt to disassociate the one eyed snot gobbling twat from a shit smearing campaign he, more than likely, had his own stubby little Brownfinger in anyway.

So, to celebrate , I thought I would open a bottle of this . . . 

"Well, how do you do, young Damain McBride?
Do you mind if I sit here, down by your graveside?
And I'll rest for a while in the warm summer sun,
I've been walking all day, Lord, and I'm nearly done."

Off to the wine rack now to see what I can crack open next in anticipation of Dolly 'pussydick' Draper's welcome departure to No Man's Land too.

***** Update *****

According to Guido, McBride has now been fired!

Nice.

So, please form an orderly queue Messrs. Draper, Watson and Brown.

Twats!