Wednesday 6 January 2016

MEDIA STUDIES.

What do you do with a man grown fabulously wealthy on multiple public sector salaries, expenses and pensions;  a man who claims  from the taxpayer for his grub in a city from which he was absent and an intellect which toured the country insisting that the price of oil could only increase, now that it has fallen by two-thirds, and with a man who claims that the result of a democratic process was actually its opposite?



Answer: give him a radio show.

26 comments:

SG said...

I think he's pitching higher than that now Mr I (I listen to LBC when I can't take anymore of Today / PM) - first President of the Republic of Great Britain & Northern Ireland! It's him or Charlie Windsor - place bets now...

call me ishmael said...

I hope to live long enough to see him barracked around Scotland for the cheap fraud that he is, him and his familioar, Gnasher.

SG said...

'Aye' to that Mr I! Hang 'em high...

Joan said...

I really like your blog and will visit again.

call me ishmael said...

Hello, ms joan.

Doug Shoulders said...

If he gorges on any more freebies he'll no longer be Wee Eck but Fat Boab.
With respect to the desires and needs of common folk; was any a politician less relevant than him?

Dick the Prick said...

It's all just a frickking joke, frankly. We've got teenagers running the country (George was looking particularly drugged up yesterday), there's Swampy running the MoD, Nicky ffs Morgan teaching the kids, Hunt doing totally ignorant shit over the Hospitals and all that we're left with is some twat that can't even sack people properly. Geez man, I know we get the govvimint that we deserve but have we really been that utterly scummy? Hmmm...

Happy New Year Mr Smith - hope all's well in sunny Orcadia.

call me ishmael said...

In any other job, the oil and the Trumpster and all the salaries and expenses would've seen Fatso down the road, muttering, mr doug. Scotland, what's it like?

call me ishmael said...

Yes, looks like Junky George didn't spend Christmas in rehab, eh? Happy New Year, mr dick.

mongoose said...

What a piece of work is Wee Eck. It was though a masterstroke to pass the baton to Gnasher. All that work to no purpose up in the fozen North while he takes his ease in London. I wonder, did he bring the wife with him?

yardarm said...

Says it all the fat parasite, as soon as he lost the referendum, he headed like a rat up a drainpipe for the Westminster he had spent so long excoriating. Cunt.

call me ishmael said...

He also still owns a constutuency up here, in Holyrood, a bit like that other bigot, Paisley, all Fatso needs is a seat in Europe to have the full house, three salaries, three exes and three pensions, all for Scotland, d'ye ken. Oughta be a law against it. Trump is threatening to voud his interests in Scotland. I do hope so.

Mike said...

He'll end up in the Lords, ermine trimmed sporran. Like fatty Prescott, he wife fancies being a Lady.

call me ishmael said...

I think, mr mike, thst his wife is a prop; an older woman, like the Gnashers, they have no family, she very rarely appears at his side and only a handful of images of her exist. Fat Narcissus, of course, loves himself so truly and deeply that wife and family would obscure his view of the mirror.

I'll see what I can find out about la Menage de Fatso.

Mike said...

I think I read somewhere she likes staying in posh hotels?

call me ishmael said...

Yeah, me too, only I have to pay for them.

Bungalow Bill said...

Happy new year, Mr I. Wish I'd come back to something more uplifting than Fat Alex looking dreamily at his wallet. That Book of Commom Pulp was a very fine thing by the way.

Bungalow Bill said...

Or even common.

SG said...

Good to see you are back Mr BB...

Bungalow Bill said...

Thanks Mr SG.

SG said...

BTW, Mr Mike, I raise your 'Cabaret' card with this...

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=24I-2RM0yu4

Mike said...

Thanks Mr SG: that's a shocker. Haven't seen that film, but will search out now.

call me ishmael said...

Well, mr bill, be thankful that at least you are being well advised about your drinking. And the same to you.

I learned a big chunk of something from the Book of Common Pulp, maybe it was just its name.

SG said...

Pulp Fiction Mr I? Meanwhile, I know just what to do with Nanny's drinking advice. She's gonna have a mighty sore sphincter so she is... Your 'Red, Red Wine' piece is a much better cautionary tale, so it is...

tdg said...

You see, had that Amy Liptrot girl stayed with you rather than elsewhere in Orkney her book might actually have been good...further light from a blindingly obvious point. By the looks of her would have been restful for the eyes too.

SG said...

I'd never heard of Amy Liptrot before now Mr tdg. Just checked her out - she looks a bit cross to me...