Not Francis’s fault, poor old devil – titter ye not, but the 0500 hours news on Wireless 4 this morning led yet again with the story of the ghoulish visitors in Rome, so intent on seeing the poor old gent, they kept the museum open all night so they could shuffle past. Some of the bleeders even took photographs on their mobile phones, a cross in one hand and the iPhone in the other.
Then there is the exciting news that our atheist Prime Minister Keir Rodney will be at the funeral , no doubt crossing himself animatedly, so he looks like one of those dancers on Top Of The Pops in 1965 (or Top Of The Popes), and no doubt pleading that Anthony Blair should be the next Pope. Kweer will be “laser focused” and “crystal clear”
Those ghastly, grisly photographs of the dead Pope make me feel sick – it looks as if they didn’t put his teeth in. On Saturday it will be interesting to see who looks deader – the Pontiff or Dame Keir, with his white make-up on.
There have been hundreds of acres of newsprint, God alone how many hours of TV and radio, but perhaps the most egregious article (apart from the sentimental rubbish in the Daily Mirror and other tabloids yesterday) is this one, which fair put me off my Spotted Dick on Monday (I knew I shouldn’t have gone anywhere near Mandy!):
Nominated by W C Boggs.