No. I can't have this...
...really, I can't.
I know this is the quickest route to
being branded an Eastern European cave-dweller, but, look:
Russia has a bloke who looks like he'd
go bare-chested into the woods to wrestle himself a bear.
We have a bloke who looks like a total
knob holding a tennis raquet, who rides out with the local hunt to
murder foxes with the other inbred rich folk, and now has revealed
the ultimate, the biggest ever no-no, that which shouldn't ever be
seen in public, really, it makes me want to vomit (and I've done that
once in over twenty six years – that's how bad it is)...
...Cameron has male, elbow to wrist,
bingo-wings. See. Here.
He's eight years younger than me. I've
checked. There's a whole lot wrong with me, but I 'aint got male-pattern bingo
wings (not yet, anyway). I'm going to play the Polish card hard here.
He's nothing to do with me, matey.
You lot need to do something about
this, and fast, before laughing stock becomes your middle name
(between united and kingdom). Go to the Guardian where the full
picture reveals that he's not only rolled up his sleeves to reveal
the forearm flab, but he's wearing shorts, and...get this...
His knees are bigger than his
thighs!!!
There must be a case for doing him for
bringing the nation into disrepute or something? Stand down, David, stand down now.
How can you be represented by an early
onset elbow bingo-wing bloke with skinny-knee-the-widest-point legs?
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