Yesterday, with Mrs McNasty out at a dungeon warming I enjoyed a most peaceful evening at home in the McNasty flat, listening to Wagner. I countered the natural tendency of Herr Wagner's compositions to induce psychotic illness by flicking through the November edition of Hairpiece and Queens; which contained its customary article about my friend and client Sir Elton.
The TV was flickering in the background and you can imagine my appalled astonishment when I recognised out the of the corner of my eye that dreadful toady, backstabber, all round good egg and weirdo the MP Simon Simon on the TV news. Skilled and nifty use of the TV remote and careful aiming of my left boot at the on/off switch of the gramaphone meant that i was able to catch the tail end of the report, in which i learned that said Simon Simon had posted an apparently amusing and tasteless video clip of himself pretending to be the Lord Chief Biscuit of the conservative party Mr Deidre Cameroon.
This was available for viewing at the www.youtube.com web site, sadly it is no longer in the public domain as it seems that Mr Simon has removed the offending video clap due to a number of complaints; fortunately the BBC saw fit to broadcast most of the offensive material at least twice. The video clap featured Mr Simon Simon dressed in a baseball cap pretending to have what i believe is known as 'street cred' and 'rapping' as it is known in hep and happening musical circles.
I believe that Mr Simon Simon's objective was to bring a plague upon the house of Cameroon which, it has to be said, has been having too good a time of it lately what with the Prime Minister Mr Tory Bore's continuing rise in the unpopularity polls and Mr Straw's much publicised offensive in the interest of community unity and racial harmony.
The most offensive part of said sordid 8mm home cine offering was in my opinion where Simon invited interested parties to sleep with his wife!. Who in their right mind would want sloppy seconds from any female with such appalling taste as to marry this obnoxious pile of puss? Give me Mrs Cameroon any day of the week; you will struggle to find such a fine and fragrant piece of totty this side of Mrs Thatcher i can tell you!
It's a good job that the fop haired, stripe suited dollop of dung that is Simon Simon represents the parish of Erdington and not Walsall East for if he was my MP i would invite him to sleep with Mrs McNasty, which i am sure would render such complete psychological damage that Mr Simon might even see sense and drop his support for Mr Gridiron Brown in favour of a proper leadership candidate; someone as appealling and appalling as Harriet Hardman perhaps?
Anyway enough ramblings, i have to put the finishing touches to a new hairpiece; a McNasty Long, Foppish, Floppy and Greasy with option baseball cap fastenings which by sheer coincidence i have to deliver in Erdington tomorrow morning.
Friday, October 13, 2006
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Veiled threats
I have been considering the recent controversy surrounding Mr Jack Straw the well known party game and current leader of the House of Commons here in the UK. Those of us who keep up to date with current domestic affairs were somewhat puzzled by le Straw's stated view that he felt 'uncomfortable' when talking to women who wear 'the veil' whilst visiting him at his constituency surgery in Blackburn, Lancashire.
The poor fellow, no doubt already worried at having to visit a northern town where there are ten thousand holes, does not enjoy having conversations with women who prefer to spend their day looking at the world from the rather austere ,abeit black, textile equivalent of a Royal Mail letterbox.
I can understand the poor chumps misgivings, it is most disconcerting having a conversation with a pair of eyes staring at you through a slit; as I can testify. My readers will no doubt be familiar with Mrs McNasty's prediliction for 'exotic' dress and will sympathise with the sheer terror that can ensue when confronted with the female form dressed completely in black with eyes glinting menacingly through the eyeholes of a rubber balaclava.
However on this occasion I find myself unexpectedly agreeing whole heartedly with that great espouser of common sense and considered argument Mr Mutley Prescott, and like him I must take issue with Mr Straw's comments. Surely if a person (or even a foreign visitor) in a free country wishes to dress in a particular manner then that is a matter for them. If they wish to wear jeans and no bulky jacket whatsoever whilst embarking upon a perfectly innocent journey upon the London Tube then they should be allowed to do so. If a person were summarily executed for exercising their legitimate personal freedom in this way then there would quite rightly be an outcry. Similarly this maxim should apply to women who wish to wear 'the veil'. It is important that every woman should be free to be subjugated by their religion, by their men folk or as in the case of Mrs McNasty by their own deeply disturbed and unusual sexual tastes.
When I last met Mr Straw I have to say that i felt vaguely uncomfortable at the way that his eyes, red veined and watery, bulged out of his bottle ends at me. If he had been wearing a veil I would only have had to avoid his gaze and wouldn't have been distracted by his halitosis; perhaps he ought to consider investing in a McNasty 'wild and beardy'. This ever popular temporary face fungus is fashioned from goat hair, which is particularly effective when wet as it's distinctive smell more than masks the effects of the numerous cups of tea drunk while conducting surgeries to help anonymous undercover extremist terrorists claim their rightful benefits.
Business in the McNasty Wig and Hosiery Emporium has not been too brisk just lately, I am thinking that I might apply for a post as 'An Enraged Spokesman for the Muslim Community' as there appear to be plenty of opportunities and employment in this field at the present time.
The poor fellow, no doubt already worried at having to visit a northern town where there are ten thousand holes, does not enjoy having conversations with women who prefer to spend their day looking at the world from the rather austere ,abeit black, textile equivalent of a Royal Mail letterbox.
I can understand the poor chumps misgivings, it is most disconcerting having a conversation with a pair of eyes staring at you through a slit; as I can testify. My readers will no doubt be familiar with Mrs McNasty's prediliction for 'exotic' dress and will sympathise with the sheer terror that can ensue when confronted with the female form dressed completely in black with eyes glinting menacingly through the eyeholes of a rubber balaclava.
However on this occasion I find myself unexpectedly agreeing whole heartedly with that great espouser of common sense and considered argument Mr Mutley Prescott, and like him I must take issue with Mr Straw's comments. Surely if a person (or even a foreign visitor) in a free country wishes to dress in a particular manner then that is a matter for them. If they wish to wear jeans and no bulky jacket whatsoever whilst embarking upon a perfectly innocent journey upon the London Tube then they should be allowed to do so. If a person were summarily executed for exercising their legitimate personal freedom in this way then there would quite rightly be an outcry. Similarly this maxim should apply to women who wish to wear 'the veil'. It is important that every woman should be free to be subjugated by their religion, by their men folk or as in the case of Mrs McNasty by their own deeply disturbed and unusual sexual tastes.
When I last met Mr Straw I have to say that i felt vaguely uncomfortable at the way that his eyes, red veined and watery, bulged out of his bottle ends at me. If he had been wearing a veil I would only have had to avoid his gaze and wouldn't have been distracted by his halitosis; perhaps he ought to consider investing in a McNasty 'wild and beardy'. This ever popular temporary face fungus is fashioned from goat hair, which is particularly effective when wet as it's distinctive smell more than masks the effects of the numerous cups of tea drunk while conducting surgeries to help anonymous undercover extremist terrorists claim their rightful benefits.
Business in the McNasty Wig and Hosiery Emporium has not been too brisk just lately, I am thinking that I might apply for a post as 'An Enraged Spokesman for the Muslim Community' as there appear to be plenty of opportunities and employment in this field at the present time.
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