stanislav, a young polish plumber said...
So that's Mr Balls, eh? Mrs turn on tv in bedroom for few minutes and there's some cunt in a suit talking about "aspiration." Another tv out fucking window, but only little one, big fucker long gone, after Question Time, if memory right. Only two left, now, Dennis, in guest bedrooms. And no license. Feel like Pete fucking Townsend, smash telly up every five fucking minutes. But not look at Kiddyporn like great Who artist. For research. Is, truly, no fucking business like showbusiness.
Is a bit like NewLabour; yes I am a criminal but is only for research, not do again, and give money back when caught red-handed, only is all spent, but never mind, is thought what counts, eh? I knew was wrong to accept all those dirty pictures, but is ok to commit crime in good faith, right? No intention to masturbate. Well, only in private with a few close friend like Mr White off Daily Guardian. Sack some other cunt. But not me. I am Son of Fucking Manse. Can't do no wrong. Pretty straight guy, for an arse bandit.
God bless the BBC, eh? Writ large in stone over Broadcasting House is: Nation Shall Speak Shit Unto Nation. (M. Thompson, Director General, 2007)
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