Rejoice! Rejoice! Let the church bells ring the length and breadth of the nation!
Yes, Megan M has done her bit as a brood mare, and we can duly consider ourselves blessed by the arrival of another royal sprog. What an exciting few days are in prospect. Wall to wall coverage on every news channel, complete with obligatory skin-crawling sycophancy and smarmy, shit eating grin from every newsreader. Special fifty page supplements in every newspaper, tracing the kid’s lineage back to the dawn of time, going on about how it’s ninety-fifth in line or whatever, and full of photos of ‘the happy family’ for us all to treasure for the rest of our lives.
There’ll be politicians falling over themselves to dish out their brown-nosing messages of congratulation to the happy couple. Then there’ll be the endless discussions about the sprog’s fucking name, and the endless interviews with those well wishing simpletons who’ve stood for hours outside the palace waiting for a bulletin; ‘oooh, they’re sach a laverly capple, Gawd bless ’em, they’re a hexarmple to us awall’.
I’m boaking already. Take your whole fucking circus and fuck off.
Nominated by Ron Knee




