Well, aren't you going to give your
mate a few tips?
Walking along Wembley Way. On our left,
the manic street preacher. Microphone. Amp and speaker in a
shoulder-sling...
“...and God is...”
Here there was a pause, and he
genuinely started to sound like the rubbish preacher in The Life of
Brian just before the gourd and the sandal bit.
“...like the referee in the game of
rugby you're going to see...”
Right. So. Either our referee will have
a long grey beard and be omnipotent, or God depends on his touch
judges and telly replay guy, and has a watch on both wrists, and a
whistle.
On our right, four blokes, one in fancy
dress. Roman Catholic Cardinal fancy dress.
“Oy. Mate. Over here” (a lot of
pointing).
(To the Cardinal) “'aint you going to
give your mate there a few tips?”
No books for you, you old lag
A nasty move by a nasty piece of work.
Chris Grayling represents Epsom and Ewell, seventeen miles from
Westminster. He has a taxpayer-paid flat in Pimlico despite having a
home in his constituency, and two buy to let properties in Wimbledon.
His expenses fiddling score was an impressive £125,000.00. He's the
justice secretary (or something like that, whatever one of those
does).
Actually, whatever one of those does
includes stopping prisoners' families ability to send them books to
read. Not just copies of the bible hollowed out to accommodate a
pistol or some breaking out gear or some drugs. Just books. Like to
read.
Chris Grayling has a degree
in...history. What is it about having a history degree that makes you
an absolute git?
He's written and published some books
himself, including The Bridgewater Heritage: The Story of
Bridgewater Estates (catchy title there, Chris) published
by...er...Bridgewater Estates PLC. Then there's Holt's: The Story
of Joseph Holt (forming a pattern here, d'ya think?) published
by...er...Joseph Holt PLC (yep, definitely a pattern forming).
Chris, is it because no prisoner ever
reached for anything you've written from the library trolley that
you're so bitter and nasty?
Or is it because you look like a smug
egg?
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