Tuesday, 30 November 2010
I'm spitting teeth. I'm so cross I could pretend to throw a Nokia.
I've been looking very closely at all of these damaging revelations from the Wikileaks publishing of American diplomatic cables, and I just can't believe it.
There's no mention of me whatsoever!!
How very dare they!
Monday, 29 November 2010
This one was a no-brainer! As well as having to keep her horrible husband out of the Treasury, I couldn’t have this woman causing trouble there, especially as she knows where Gordon and his pet badger buried so many of the bodies and she could easily dig them up.
So I gave her the Foreign Office brief, and if that means she has to traipse round after Billy Hague getting jet-lagged, that’s just brilliant planning on my part. Just think how clever I’ve been, getting both the Harpy and Yvette out of the country for long periods of time!!
And if that means that she and Ed Ballsup have less time to spend together, well, there’s yet another bonus.
Sunday, 28 November 2010
Among the many wonderful things that I have inherited from Gordon is the deputy leader of the Liebore Party, Harriet Harpy. In fact, it’s even better than that because I get Jack Dromey as well in a sort of two-for-the price-of-one supermarket deal, and it’s so useful having Jack’s financial acumen to call upon, as otherwise I might have to ask Ed Balls for advice. (No point asking the Postie!)
Harpy is completely loyal and trustworthy, and has a firm grip on reality. I know I can rely on her 110%, especially now Geoff Hoon and Patricia Hewitt have retired.
So I decided that she should be in charge of splurging money on overseas projects in poor undeveloped places like India and China. This may well keep her out of the country for long periods, if we are lucky.
I'm so lucky in that my Shadow Cabinet have all been chosen for me, saving me the trouble. It's even better that my big brother decided to spend more time with his bananas, so I don't have to worry about keeping him happy.
Having seen at close quarters how difficult it can be for a leader when there's a troublesome arsehole as Chancellor I deliberately mades sure that Ed "Mini-Brown" Balls was going nowhere near the Treasury brief. Instead I placed Postman Prat there, because he's hardly the sharpest tool in the box and I won't have any trouble with him. After all, he can barely add two and two together.
Then I come back from my well-earned paternity leave to find that the silly old fart has gone and stated that the 50p top tax rate should only be a temporary measure, and that's just not what I promised the brothers to secure their support.
Seems you can't rely on anyone!
Saturday, 27 November 2010
I'm not ashamed to say that I'm a socialist, because it's better than admitting I'm really a marxist like my dear old dad, who set us up nicely with a property empire and a trust fund before he popped his clogs.
And now I'm in charge of the Progressive New Lie-bore Party and the old farts can be safely ignored I'm going to do things my way. Only trouble is, I have been so busy sucking cock and licking arses that I've not really had any time to come up with any ideas.
So, what we are going to do in the Great Beyond is set up a load of think tanks and ideas groups to make suggestions and brain storm. You know, run a few up the flag pole and see who salutes, bit of blue sky thinking, pushing the envelope. Maybe I should see if I can hire the pros from Dover, Postman Pat was telling me how good they are.
And best of all, I'm going to put all the trouble-makers like Ed Ballsup and his ugly husband in charge of them, so they've got less time for plotting. That just leaves the unions to keep happy.
Still, I can promise them anything, can't I?
Still, you can't make an omelette without breaking eggs - or as I keep telling David, you have to have real spunk to make babies.
So, now to really get to work on the squeezed muddle.