This My enemy's enemy is my friend maxim is all very well, Lord Guido, but in the case if the oily bastard, Vaz, My enemy's enemy remains my enemy. This horrible cunt describes himself, in uniquely New Labour egalitarian language, as The Most Important Asian in Britain. Can't recall if it was a connection to Cherie's (free) sari makers, the brothers Hinduja, but whatever his wee scam was the Old Trannygraph succeeded in forcing even Blair to throw him out of the Government. "Mr Vaz, who remains in the government..." in nearly every leader, was the daily drip-drip-drip what done for him last time. He would probably be the most important Asian in the British prison system were Justice ever to overpower the cunts at the CPS; although he would be wise not to suggest that to his new colleagues therein.
He's only grandstanding, kicking a poor Scotch sexual minority when he's down; Oily Vaz the Gaybasher. If we need this crummy bastard to illuminate the workings of the Labour Party we may as well disconnect from the Internet and go back to reading Polly Mascara and Simone Heffer. And, for that matter, Kevin Public Toilets McGuire.
I'd rather hear from that learning disadvantaged bloke from the slums of Stoke.
Stanislav
May I congratulate you and your TEFL teacher on your amazingly improved English? It just goes to show what can be achieved in the modern utopia of new Labour Britain.
CASSANDRA
You would have seen this linguistic improvement coming anyway, wouldn't you ? Being an oracle and all. But yes, great country Scotland, best part of England, everything's free up here, thank you. English coaching, too. Fix-up her toilets cheap and the TEFL lady does me extra proud, innit; even do semi colon. I would do anything to stay here in boney Scotland, except maybe sleep with Mr Douglas Walking Corpse Alexander, King of Scotland or his sister, Satchmo. Even grunting hunchback transexual Mr or Mrs Kirsty Wark is probably ok when you get to know him or her. Not been round for oatcakes and haggis yet but Wark toilet bound to flood soon and Stanislav get call. English is now so good that I only sound like a Pole when I get mad -at the sight or sound of a politician, a journalist or Yasmin Alibhai Brown, of Muslim Women Is Me, plc.
Thank you for your kind comments on my progress in my new country. Maybe one day I can go in house of commons, is no Polski MP yet, innit. Is lazy, thieving, cross-dressing, wife-beating, good for fuck all Scotch bastard everywhere you fucking look, but no representative of vital Polish plumbing community. As they used to say about Great Watergate Burglary Fuck-up: you need a plumber when you got a leak. Up to your arse in icy water Keith Fucking Vaz is no good to you, you don't want a fucking curry rustling-up; got poo-poo, toilet paper and sanitary towel float down hall not want cunt James Purnell come in late to have 'photo taken. Need real person who can do things, not fucking Oxbridge android. Need Stanislav, Plumb Cheap 4 U, MP.
Maybe one day I can go in house of commons, is no Polski MP yet, innit.
where do you think Daniel Kawczynski is from then, eh?
And he went to university in Stirling, Scotland. All been done before Stan.
Anonymouse 5.45.
Q where do you think Daniel Kawczynski is from then, eh?
A He's from Surrey. Where do you think he's from ?
Love from Stanislav.
CASSANDRA
Is unaccustomed to see typo from you. Sometimes do think is retarded chimpanzee make posting on here. Especially from Mr Too Much Monkey Business in darkest Stoke. Mr Elby and Mr Paul and Mr Poisonous wotsisname is like literary equivalent of horrible Devil-worshipping, child molesting Albanian composer, Bartok. Scribble some discord shit out backwards, rip pages up, throw up in air, stick back together at random, shuffle all up and hand differing bundles to orchestra and say: here, enjoy! Best if all play in different key and different tempo. Probably best of all if all play on different days in different places. Make more artistic sense. No, no, no, not play piano with fingers, hit hard with fucking hammer. Forte, big time. No, not bow cello, set on fucking fire. Yes, sound fucking awful unspeakable, alien,shrieking, scraping, clattering, atonal nightmare racket like fucking pile-up on M6 and trapped drivers being toasted alive (or like Scotch sing-song in Gaelic) but is Art, not have to make fucking sense, too. Is for fucking loonies at Radio Three. They love that shit.
But Cassandra is normally precise and elegant, like proper person with education and not multi-generational unemployed, fatherless, sink estate, Trisha-watching, burglar psychopath high on cough mixture and cider, like NewLabour Gary ov Stoke.
When you say Stanislav is national blog treasure,you mean national BOG treasure, innit? Stanislav, Prince of the U-bend. Plumb Cheap 4U.
Love from Stanislav.
ps is fucking gale blow here in Highlands like fucking North Pole. Is good job Liberal Democrat not in charge any more or whole country blow away and fetch up in fucking Norway.
When first come in new country Stanislav hear grinning Blair say: I, call-me-Mao-Tse-Fucking-Tone, is nothing less that the political arm of British fucking people. Eleven years on, Polish plumber still await outcry from British press: Polly Mascara, Kevin Toilets McGuire, Andrew (read my book, Servants of the People) Rawnsley, Lord Scab O’Neill of Wapping, Andrew Fellatio Marr, Yasmin Alibhai Muslim or Melanie Nutter Phillips-Wiesenthal. Surely somebody from fourth fucking estate go: He said what? or: I Spy Nazis, or: Who does this bug-eyed, jug-eared, grinning cunt think he is? fucking Hitler ? But no, whole British press all worthless lump of shit. Good job Guido make aide memoire. Too fucking late now though. Country fucked up arse. Bleed from rectum. Go in hospital, get MRSA and die. Or mercy execution from senior nurse wearing uniform she wore to wash her fucking dog in. Or tranquiliser injection from mad bastard Gerry Jock McCann and thrown in fucking incinerator.