The johnson, our beleaguered prime pork haystack has reportedly been issued with twenty fixed penalty fines for infringing his own lockdown rules.
I lol.
I thought this news might get lost, what with a war, potential nuclear attack, and a couple of rich, famous people getting slappy at the Oscar’s. So I’m telling you, making sure you folks don’t miss this gem.
As you can see, I continue to rely on name calling to express myself when referring to this bin bag of custard in human form, I still struggle to concentrate on organising a list of his lies to back up my opinion of this charlatan. It all appears totally obvious to me
I leave the sensible detailed discourse on his nefarious shenanigans, not to newspaper journalists obviously, they are so far up his arse, but to the likes of Peter Stefanovich who points out his flaws systematically.
Every promise, a lie that is yet to reach maturity.
On the subject of partygate, all I really want to say is that I love a party. I’ll be delighted and will love parties even more if it’s parties that end the prime twatmangle’s stint in charge.
Heaven help us with regards to his successor though. Every single possible candidate is so, so, excuse me while I find the appropriate terminology.
Poor, yes poor, that’s it.
Here’s my current favourite cocktail, an English Garden. I wonder if they serve them at number ten.
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