IDLE PLAYBOY BASTARD AND OLD WHORE UNHURT.
Fuck me rigid, Brian, isn't that Harry, throwing stones at us?
Gosh, old girl, I do believe it is.
Mrs Woman On A Raft makes the point, elesewhere, that this rotten, filthy pair spend their idle lives patronising the rest of us, that she herself might receive worse treatment in any local, HM police station, and that one may, therefore, be forgiven for smirking at their discomfort. Amen to that and a shame the Roller was not o'erturned, we'd get to see her knickers, then, if she wears any.
I, for my part, am bemused at the outbreak of HeirToTheThrone-ism - even the bitter Glasgow meritocrat, Andy Neil, friend of celebrities and noncey old comsumer of teenage totty, voiced his own dreary outrage, this is the HeirToTheThrone, he spluttered, caught between apoplexy and despair - you can't turn on the radio without the shithacks all mouthing this mediaeval incantation: HeirToTheThrone, HeirToTheThrone; it is as though the existence of hereditary monarchy was not an absolute fucking disgrace, as though we all were loyal subjects, not just of those shitting on us from the Geat Latrine of State in Westminster, but also of the Greco-German squatters in Buck House and elsewhere. Fuck 'em. Royals, politicians, generals, admirals and chief constables, fuck 'em all. Up against the wall, motherfuckers.