
is a cunt.
Go on cunters, admit it. You hoped that you’d heard the last of the notorious Wee Jimmy Krankie look-alike after her desperate and spectacular fall from grace as Scotland’s First Minister.
‘Fraid not. The chunky little chancer is still seen hanging about Holyrood very occasionally, still trousering her MSP’s salary for seemingly doing very little. But lately she’s chiefly out and about on the promo circuit, desperately trying to drum up enthusiasm for her memoir ‘Frankly (or how I shafted Alex Salmond)’. No doubt stacks of these volumes will shortly be making their way to remainder bookshops and charity stores near you. Snap up your copy while stocks last.
But that’s not the worst of it, no. Get this; wee Nick Nick is talking about leaving behind the bagpipes and misty mountain land of her fathers, in order to seek some anonymity away from her goldfish bowl life in Scotland. Her persistent self-promotion notwithstanding, she’s claiming that the constant glare of being in the spotlight is all getting a bit much.
Whence might some solace be sought, I hear you ask? Perhaps lost among the teeming millions of Paris or New York, or in the quiet stillness of the Alps? Er… well no. Apparently Wee Jimmy, who has spent much of her life as a professional berater of England and the English, now spends a lot of her time in London, and is thinking of moving there. Dr Johnson’s noble prospect of that high road south does indeed beckon.
‘England is not yet a foreign country, would never be a foreign country, obviously even when we’re independent’ burbles Krankie, somewhat confusingly. Funny, but if Scottish independence is ever realised, here’s one Englishman who’s under the impression that England will indeed be ‘a foreign country’ to Scotland, just as much as France, Switzerland, or anywhere else for that matter. But then I don’t think that Sturgeon ever figured out just what independence for Scotland would REALLY mean in terms of its future status vis-a-vis the remainder of the UK. I think she thought of it somewhat in terms of the Markles’ ‘half in half out’ arrangement with the monarchy; keep the good bits, ditch the bad.
Personally I’m not enamoured by the prospect of some hypocrite who’s made a career of moaning, whingeing and bitching about the English moving south to take up residence, so as the wife would say, ‘get tae fuck Krankie’. Scotland’s fucking welcome to you.
the courier
Nominated by Ron Knee.