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.