Patsy Hewitt, a face of Spanish leather.
Mrs Patricia "Pat" Hewitt an employee of Boots, the chemists, (honest) former health secretary and now a part-time MP has called for a fit of spite among her fellow part-time parliamentarians. Well, Gordon dumped me, after all I had done for him and, I don't mind saying, Jeremy, the country; so why shouldn't I kick him in the goolies. No, you simply don't understand, you gentlemen of the media, but it is really rather simple, as very wealthy people Geoff Cunt and I must look after our own interests and that means, Jeremy, a Tory government. I mean, Jeremy, I'm very rich, my husband's a judge, my darling son's a junky, I think, Jeremy, that merits some pretty special consideration. And that's not to mention the filthy hospitals I invented. And that's not to mention, either, that I began my career as a greedy, gobby slag working for the National Council of Civil Liberties and have used the Labour Party entirely for my own ends. A-ha-ha fucking ha, Jeremy. A ha fucking ha. Civil liberties? Do fucking grow up.
6 comments:
Hoon, Hewitt, and Brown. Sounds like a particularly dodgy firm of estate agents to me.
It has been a most entertaining day, Mr Ishmael. It started with an early-hours-of-the-morning snowball fight with people far too old to be messing about in the snow long past midnight. It passed through the innocent pleasures of sledging down a great big hill several times -I even let the kids have a few goes - and was topped off by the incredibly ham-fisted stupidity of the Hoon and Hewitt double act. A completely devasting debacle for the Luvvies and still they are stuck with The Brute. What larks, Ishmael, old chap. What larks!
Hard, as a rule, to single-out any of the house of slime for especial condemnation but these two, Hoon and Hewitt, are so repulsive, so cheap, such fucking whores, so utterly beyond the contempt of decent people that even while we do isolate them for this particular offence they nevertheless underscore how vile, in toto, is any place which could not only admit them as equals but endure their preferment, their, no, don't laugh, right honourableness. We, in the form of Lt. Col Pierrepoint, hanged the likes of Hoon at Nuremberg; Hewitt, another colonial, like Taffy Hain was part of the Kinnock circus and as such was gifted a fast tracking way beyond her limited abilities and she now sells-off contacts and info no doubt assiduously cultivated whilst poisoning the nation with MRSA, the leathery old boot is one of generations of opportunist, hatchet-faced Labour biddies who would -so malleable are their principles - make the Suffragettes spit blood.
nice post. thanks.
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