Two days into the new regime, and there is definitely something of the night at the centre of British politics...At first glance, nothing has altered, but The Ministry of Truth has noticed some disturbing changes in the appearance of Mr Brown-and we know why. Mrs Jackanapes is finally getting her claws into him. As they say behind every great man there is an even greater woman. The difference here is, this one is on top.
Imagine if you will, their weekly debriefing sessions.Gordon; quiet and obedient, Rotti (as Mrs Jackanapes is known in her wilder moments) commenting upon every aspect of his demeanor, the cut of his jib, even his sporren policy. whilst pouring the tea and cutting delicate slices of lemon drizzle cake and plying him with coconut fancies. This is the power behind the throne- Lady Bile-racy the King Maker. She's even planning to take over the ten past eight slot on the Today Programme, having the country on their knees as she turns John Humphreys into a helpless jelly.
Dear Harriet doesn't stand a chance. She means well, but is out in the cold against this cheetah donning the wig and leather trousers are signs of a desperate woman, knowing she has been outmanoevred before the bell has rung.
So what is in store for us know. The Left's answer to The Iron Lady has finally woken, and no Shire in the country is safe. Country landowners will quake in their boots when they hear the well known phrase turned against them... "if it ain't hurting, it ain't working..."
Blue
The Ice Cream Girl
Every day is sundae...
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Yes I have woken and no-one and I mean no-one is safe, especially those north of Watford.
Talking of chewing up and spitting out...Delicate slices of Lemon Drizzle Cake my elbow! It's wedges or nothing sunshine!
And talking of wedges I've got me foot firmly in the door of studio 8 at BBC tv centre, Wood Lane, and they aint gonna get rid of me, I'll have that Humphreys, liquid or set, by hook or by crook, and he may think he's a smart arse, beating up baby Cami knickers et al, but I am a very different kettle of boiling water. He won't tie me round his little pinkie. Oh no,I'll chop it off as quick as you can say "here's thought for the day...."
Now all this tomfoolery over the Harman Minx, I've had a word with her and she admits that I am the best and has promised to leave Gordo in my tender care. No-one can take care of a Prime Minister like what I can.
I'll fluff his sporran for him, choose his toothpaste, hell I'll even aid him with his temporomandibular joint dysfunction, if he wants me too. That's the kind of sweetheart I am.
Thank You.
Rotti the Writer formerly known as Mrs Jackanapes
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