'ELLO, 'ELLO, 'ELLO, EFFENDI. FUCK WITH ME
AND I'LL GET YOU FIVE HUNDRED LASHES.
I HAVE DONE NOTHING WRONG. AND I'M GOING TO KEEP ON DOING IT IN SAUDI ARABIA, OR WHEREVER THE FUCK IT IS,
ANOTHER WORD AND YOU'RE NICKED, SUNSHINE.
Former Assistant Chief Slag, Mr John Filth of the Yard.
Yates, the man who found no wrong in the Cash for Honours parliament and who sat on several bin loads of phone-hacking evidence whilst schmoozing with Murdoch's filthiest, resigned in September, even though he had done nothing wrong - the modern equivalent of bent police workers, sorry, blatantly, outrageously bent police workers, resigning from a life of crime on "health grounds." And a full pension.
I am going to work for a progressive absolute monarchy, out there in the desert, where Tony Blair is doing such good work for ex-offenders, like himself and Imelda.
The King of Bahrain, a modern, liberal bloodstained bandit fuckpig, has asked me to assist in the whitewashing of his security forces, which have provided and will continue to provide such exemplary human rights practice in law enforcement - they kill anyone who looks at them the wrong way, rather as did my former force with the so-called homeless alcoholic newspaper seller, Mr Tomlinson.
I look forward to a long and profitable relationship with His Serene Majesty King Ali Baba, if not with the people who, with Uncle Sam's benevolent assistance, he so brutally represses.
What, pay tax on it? Do fuck off.