If you ever had tears to shed, be prepared with a bucket and a packet of Lidl paper hankies, as yet another Labour grande-dame, gives us the latest episode of Other People’s Heartaches. If possible read this with Tchiakovsky’s 6th in the background, or the slow movement of Rachmaninov’s Second Piano Concerto, or even Max Jaffa fiddling away on Danny Boy:
The recent scripts MUST have been written by the new Galton and Simpson, or Muir and Norden – Alcoholic Ali Campbell and Peter Queenie Mandelson, so opportunistic are they – certain sponsored by Walls, the way the ham is ladelled out., but they are laugh out loud – funny, without being vulgar.
Apart from being second to none in handing out the invective, she tells us how beastly daddy was to her. I assume, was she as broad in the beam as a child, as she is today, Pa Thornberry got sick and tired of replacing the lavatory seat every week where the future Lady Nugee cow kept breaking it.
We have had Starmer, son of a blue collared horny handed son of toil – imagine Steptoe and Son set in the Surrey countryside, and now old Emmy playing the poverty card. Perhaps that is why she always looks as if she has had one two many – if she had it hard, that’s just the way she liked it, till she found Mr. Right. Even had he been Mr. Wrong.
Social climbing arseholes the lot of them. It is so obvious what they are doing, but the problem is, so many gullible people will believe the codswallop.
Thanks as ever, to the compilers of Labour List, for a really side splitting read.
Nominated by: W. C. Boggs
