I spent a fair amount of time behind the International Bolshevik Tendency (who I have never heard of) and a quality banner for the Leveller Women of the English Civil War (carried by 2 blokes). If nothing else, Sunday has taught me that I need to keep up to date on current left wing groups!
Nancy Cameron aged 11 3/4 wrote: Morning all, sorry I haven't been in for a while. The Key Stage Three tests can be a right bastard sometimes.
Anyway, kids at school have obviously been saying "OK Nance, did your old man really do it then?".
Now normally the thought of them doing anything energetic in the keks department would make me retch, but actually he still behaves like an overgrown adolescent at home. Even while all the flunkies and half the fucking cabinet are there. Only last he says "OK kids, who wants to play Captain Floppity and his Purple Helmet with Ozzy and Fogey Hislop then?". Luckily, Arthur and I can usually hide locked up in our bedrooms, pretending to be doing homework on the Xbox. Poor little Florence has it hardest putting up with Dave's antics, but even she is starting to show some independent spirit. "Daddy, I'm five years old now. Uncle Boris farting into a crisp bag just isn't funny or appropriate any more". That's my girl.
There are some perks with posh parents though. They're relaxed about swearing, we can even mention the Scunthorpe problem. Grandad Reggie lives there. OK, he doesn't really, just owns most of the town.
Guy Potger wrote: I can't believe this passed by without comment.
Excellent work, youngster!
Thank you. I did have some help editing it, auntie Theresa took out most of the swearing and urban grimeslang. "Let your Dad pretend to be Jamaican when he goes on that prison visiting tour to Branson's island" she said rather sourly.
Anyway, must dash. We're going on a school day trip to Manchester to patronise some poor people.
I first heard about this story yesterday. I'm not sure what that says, other than 'didn't get blanket coverage in the US' and me not opening every thread in World.
What I can't understand is how you'd get to the necessary perpendicularity. I'd be too self-conscious. And imagine how much more embarrassing if you needed the pig's help. Cameron is a natural born leader.
Thank you. I did have some help editing it, auntie Theresa took out most of the swearing and urban grimeslang. "Let your Dad pretend to be Jamaican when he goes on that prison visiting tour to Branson's island" she said rather sourly.
Anyway, must dash. We're going on a school day trip to Manchester to patronise some poor people.
Nance xx
You know this means you won't be allowed to break character now.
Well, maybe I underestimate the enhancement potential of crack, but I would've thought that the removal of self-consciousness to the extent necessary to fuck a pig's head in front of your friends would correlate with the removal of the sex drive necessary. But clearly not, if you're natural born leader David Cameron.
I'm not up on all the details. Did Ashcroft say he'd taken the picture himself, or is it being passed on to him by a shadowy, Pig Throat sort of character?
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