Firebrand socialist MP, Diane Gabshite.
I would just like to say, Mr Tiny Speaker, that I have walked the streets of Hackney and I would simply say that these people should be like me, they should flog a load of intolerable old bilge to the newspapers - or columns as I like to call my ouvre - for fifty grand or so, get themselves on the BBC with that wearisome old poof, Portillo, and get paid about a grand an hour for dribbling and waving their arms around and then they should get get a job moonlighting in this place, along with six hundred-odd others who really know the meaning of the word looting. Oh yes, Mr Tiny Speaker, and they should take several holidays a year in the Caribbean and of course send their sons to decent public schools. Like I do.
Cheers, waving of order papers, singing: for she's a jolly good darky, for she's a jolly good darky, for she's a jolly good darky and so say all of us (apart from the Old Etonians, former Bullingdon Club members and HM Govament, prop. skymadeupnewsandfilth)
Mr Tiny Speaker: I call the Unelected Prime Minister. Mr David CallHimDave.
Well, I thank the honourable skanky 'ho and would just like to remind members that this whole rioting thing is an ideal opportunity for the public to forget that we, the cops, the press and the bankers are all picking their pockets, closing down their services and shitting in their faces. And is, therefore, a jolly good thing, for us at any rate. And that's what matters.
Cheers, hear-hear, singing: we're all going back on a Summer Holiday.