Whoever thought of the Big Society got the name wrong. It was probsbly one of those advisors, photographers etc who have to be sacked soon after they are appointed. (Dave can't choose or assess people. They don't teach that at Oxford.)It is the word "Big" that is all wrong:
Big Brother, Big business, big bad wolf. Nobody likes "big". Dave had a bad time yesterday as the Milliband boy improves in an oily sort of way and I hope to see the coalition crack up. Then we can have another election and let Labour back in again to clear up the ghastly mess that they have made of the country. Meanwhile the Conservatives can choose a conservative candidate who does not spend all his time struggling to please the Lib Dems and has forgotten to do anything for his supporters. PMQ exposes them all. What a shower they look! What a shower they are. (Shower is here an abbreviation of army slang "Shower of Shit") They might at least dress neatly even if they do have to sleep on camp beds.
The Egypt turmoil has reminded me again of my days in the Middle East. After Suez I was sent to Jerusalem where I drove a lorry. There we fired off all the ammunition that we had into the Mediterranean. I hated the guns which were twenty fiv pounders and made a terrible cracking noise. Only cissies wore ear plugs. Thence to a bit of desert outside Tripoli where I became barman at the officers mess. Wot a cushy skyve! By Jove it would do our young unemployables abit of good. Am I getting old?
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