Tuesday, February 5, 2008
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This is all very well but one wonders if Mr THC Soduko has suffered any further horrific injury to his self-esteem; perhaps a parking ticket, or maybe someone asked him to pay for something unsubsidised. There is a site: TheyDon’tWorkForYou. YouWorkForThem.co.uk, at which slights and offences against the politburo may be recorded and members of the public are there invited to complain on behalf of their betters.
Mr THC (That Horrible Cunt) Soduko, the UK’s second most senior and second oiliest muslim legislator - Mr THC Oily Vaz being the supreme parliamentary oilslick - seems to have taken grave offence at being treated like a citizen, in the way that honourable HCs do; his amour propre is not, currently, what it might be. If he doesn’t get a cabinet job, he may well stamp his pretty little feet on Radio 4s NewLabour Today programme. Anyone, incidentally, missing the flagship news programme can read it the next day, reprinted as news in the Jock Herald by Scotland’s greatest living journalist, Mr Iain Jock McWhirter - he sometimes recycles Guardianalia but it’s mostly Radio 4. The Herald, yesterdays news, today. Fuck me, you couldn’t invent Scotland without the assistance of some devastatingly powerful pharmaceutical products.
By way of remedy for Mr Sadiqi’s ills, however, there is a nocturnal gentleman of the press who looks, unfortunately, as though he should have been hanged at Nuremberg and who is at the command of the prime minister. It might be possible for the PM to deploy Scoop Kneepads White in ministering to the singed feelings of Mr THC Sadiqi in the way that onlyLobby-quality kneepads properly permit; as the sensational Scot, Mr Alex Harvey, used to sing: There ain’t nothing like Sir Michael, to blow away the blues.
Scotland’s Polish contingent, meanwhile, harmonises to a more strident anthem: The Wall Up Against, Innit, Motherfuckers.