Monday, June 30, 2008
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There must be some dirt on those sanctimonious prats the Dimblebey brothers. J was amanuensis for Chaz Windsor. D former member of Bullers and he is a patronising sod and very anti Tory. They are both serious shaggers.
Dear Mr Anonymous
...sanctimonious prats, the brothers Dimb
Oh please, God, send us some of that Dimbleby shit. I'll become a Mick, go to confession and everything; right in there with the noncing monsignors. A Hebie, even, change my name to MoshePlumbcheap4U and live on fucking anchovies and that fucking miserable bastard faminebread that's like sweepings-up from the floor of the Digestive biscuit factory, mixed with piss and dried in the airing cupboard. Grow a beard and live in Golders Green.
There's already something, innit, about those two and their respective Mrs Dimblebys.. Something aside from their wholly improper, hereditary lifelong domination of current affairs at the Beeb, that is.
Was Johnno there when Charlie went round to see Major Parker-Bowles ? Come to roger your old woman, don't mind do you. Not at all, Sir, not at all. Not on the rags is she, wouldn't want to be slipping her one in the servants entrance, eh, although come to think about, might make a change. Slip off now Parker-Wotsit and amuse yourself while I dip the royal wick in your wife, the mother of your children. Diana ? No idea, probably chomping on some wog doctor's cock, there must be a few she hasn't blown. Mad cunt. Threw herself down the stairs the other night, just like that. Anyway, all officers and gentlemen here, Mum's the word and there's a colonelcy in it for you. A brigade, maybe. Him ? One of those Dimbleby oiks. Dunno, old bean, just hangs around, grovelling; he can come and help me on and off with the old rubber johnny, eh, make himself useful. Won't be long old chap. Come and give her one yourself when I'm done, if you like. She's your Mrs.. Tally Ho! Dieu et mon droit, what?