Tuesday 5 July 2011

A NOBLE WEDDING.

Those whom God hath joined together, let no man put asunder.

 Just good friends. Billy and Seb, in their matching caps
His Grace the Lord Sebastian Coe, somehow forever pushed to the front of Celebrity Consciousness, got married to a woman again recently.  By all accounts he was an utter cunt as a sportsman and a complete bastard to his first wife. Lord Seb, however, was fuck buddy, I mean gym buddy, to William Miscarriage-Hague, our laughable foreign seckatry, back in the days of sweaty ju-jitsu workouts, baseball caps and party leadership. We are doomed, it seems, to be smirked at by his sprinting Lordship forever, as a result of his buddying activities with Sweet William; no such future, sadly, for BillyBoy's other ennoblement, Conrad Black, whom not even John Major would touch with a bargepole.

I wondered if any of our London readers knows if William and guest were at the do, or if he was too busy orchestrating the bombing of Libyan schools and hospitals to join in his buddy's nuptials, him being such a staunch supporter of matrimony and all.


Just good friends. Billy and his young slut, I mean Ree-surch Assistant,
in their matching shades.

In tomorrow's sports section:  In how many ways is Gary Lineker a cunt, and is he a bigger one than that mutant Jock, Alan Hansen?  Maybe they';re both as big a cunt as each other. Tell us what YOU think. Have your say, it's your skymadeupnewsandfilth.

4 comments:

Verge said...

No, no, no - not cunts. Not them. The word you need is monotreme (being arsehole and cunt all at once.)

a young anglo-irish catholic said...

An establishment London man I know - a man of the left - says that it was well known that Vague lived for a long time with an America bloke, management consultant of some kind.

Before Fffyyon, obviously.

It'll be a Simon Hughes thing. Can't tell the parents and family. Could never admit it. All that.

Ffffyyyon makes her own entertainment.

mongoose said...

Presumably with Mrs McDoom.

Woman on a Raft said...

If they had embroidered his name in mirror-writing, then all he'd have to do is look in a shiny surface instead of taking his hat off to check his name.