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Sunday, May 11, 2008 "A huge load of crap was going to fall on my head..."
Would that it were so. John Prescott, anticipating his fate in the latter years of his 'Deputy Premiership'. I've always thought of Prescott as a necessary evil. Rough around the edges to the degree that he was able to assuage the fears of traditional Labour supporters that the Chianti set were not going to sell out on hard won Socialist achievements. From 1997, as time went on and it became clear that his role was increasingly redundant. New Labour took hold and, for good or ill, a significant section of the electorate held faith. Prescott lost his mind and gave into the excesses of his ill-deserved feather bed at the heart of government. The Secretary Shagging told us all we needed to know. Now, out-of-power and desperate to keep himself in the 'style' to which he's become accustomed he decides to publish his grubby little book in the futile belief that we want to buy it. What a delusional windbag he is. Supposedly a stalwart of 'traditional values in a modern setting' he sticks the knife into his party leader when Gordon's already busy trying to remove several others inserted by other 'Labour supporters'. Don't buy his book. Prescott you are a scumbag. And relax. freshly squeezed for you by drD at 10:59 PM
Browsing earlier, I was surprised to notice in this promotional shot for tonight's big movie, Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, that wee Jimmy Krankie appears to have a starring role. freshly squeezed for you by drD at 5:15 PM Monday, May 05, 2008 ![]() Cool The Midland Hotel, Morecambe, is almost ready again to accept paying guests. Hercule Poirot must surely be first in the queue. Ice If the Midland is beyond your budget this is almost worth a trip to Morecambe. Every Day is like Sundae. Freeze Freeze mob last Wednesday at Liverpool Street Station. freshly squeezed for you by drD at 10:05 PM Friday, May 02, 2008 Sunday, April 27, 2008 Son sus campanas azules Españolas o Inglesas?
ShhhIt's bluebell time and, for the first time ever, I've been able to get some to grow in a pot. What's more they have flowered prolifically. I love coming down in the morning and seeing my little blue treasures glowing in the sunshine all fresh and hopeful. The scent is divine too and does strange things to my mood (positive) when I snort deeply. Aromatherapy does work, I'm sure of it. However, recent reading has revealed that all is not as I thought in the bignjuicy garden of love n spiritual refreshment. The extensive collection of bluebells I discovered in January are mainly alien interlopers it transpires [ in all three senses of that word ]. Do you know how to tell if your bluebells are english, spanish or hyrbrid [ these being the most common kinds hereabouts - yes, I know there are others ]?
Event though most of mine appear to be hybrids I'm going to keep them as replacing them all with English ones would a.cost a bomb and b.involve digging up vast swathes of my estate. Ninguna manera Joe. freshly squeezed for you by drD at 9:46 PM Tuesday, April 22, 2008 Friday, April 18, 2008 Donegoody
![]() "Recently the public have begun to believe that the Government is arrogant and unresponsive. Staying in touch with people can be difficult for politicians. I have always tried to be approachable, and to follow what is really going on, but Westminster can make us seem remote, and our electors are more likely to see us on the news, than in person. We come to rely on the media to tell us what citizens think and feel, rather than finding out for ourselves and I think it is not quite right." Gwyneth Dunwoody MP. 1930-2008 If only there were more like her. RIP freshly squeezed for you by drD at 12:15 AM Monday, April 07, 2008 |
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