THE DAILY FILTH-O-MIRROR'S ASSOCIATE EDITOR,
TOILETS MAGUIRE, RESTING BETWEEN MEETINGS.
TOILETS HARD AT WORK, PUTTING THE MIRROR TO BED.
TOILETS DISPUTES A POINT WITH A FELLOW GUEST,
ON SKYMADEUPNEWSANDFILTH'S PRESS REVIEW
Aye, wahay, bonnie lad, Toilets Maguire, here, on t'television 'an Ah can 'onestly say, like, that Ah've never bin one for that hackin' shite. Up North, where Ah come from, d'ye ken, we canna mak' head nor tail of all they numbers, so Ah can reet 'onestly say that all my stories in't Mirror, Ah mek em all up mesen and dinna be botherin' wi' other folks mobiles. That Piers Morgan, though, 'e's a reet cunt an' if you get 'im for this ye'll get him, too, fer yon insider dealin' he done, and let the other poor cunt go to jail. Aye, reet, bonnie lad, Ah'll 'ave a pint a heavy, if yer buyin', an' a large whiskey.
sings: An' the fog on the tyne, 'sall mine all mine, the fog on the Tyne 'sall mine.
3 comments:
Toilets, the pretend journalist?
Caught knee-deep, like?
Joy, Joy, Joy
It`s not going to end at the frontiers of the crumbling Rupertainian Empire. From the odd scan of the Mail lately and its desperation to play down this business it seems Paul Dacre`s bum is going like an Aldiss lamp at the Battle of Jutland.
By 'eck, that Cameron's a dodgy cunt. Eye reckon 'ee hired that chump Coulson just to deflect from internal shenanigans and now fucking chickens come home to roost. Noticed decision to hire him came from Osborne's office so at least Oik's taking ownership of a right royal fuckup but hardly helps matters. Can Cameron be killed? Yes, I can draw a line.
None of my business anyway. Got chatting to a lovely girl right before I was asked to leave last night - probably for the better but can't yet see it myself. Ho hum.
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