Saturday, 27 November 2010

I'm Sorry, I Haven't A Clue!

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?


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