One of the highlights of my week is my
journey home of a Wednesday lunchtime when Prime Minister’s Questions is on the
electric radio. I usually react to this celebration of the pinnacle of the
democratic process by switching it off and listening to some music. For those
of you unfortunate enough not to live in the UK here is how it works. Once a
week the Prime Minister (Slimy Dave) answers questions from fellow members of
parliament. The questions alternate between his own party and the opposition
parties. A typical session commences something like this:
“Would the right honourable gentleman care
to take advantage of the opportunity to answer this fatuous question by blaming
everything bad that has ever happened on the previous government?”
The next question is of the form:
“Would my right honourable friend care to lean forward a little further so that my tongue can reach the other end of his digestive tract?”
Today on my return journey George Total
Twat Osborne was taking the opportunity to fill the airwaves with his fanciful
and mendacious bile.
I listened to Frank Zappa instead.
