'ATE ALL THIS FLUMMERY, I DO, CAN'T STAND IT. WORKING CLASS, ME. MAN OF PRINCIPLE. BUT IT'LL KEEP THE MRS 'APPY, NO, NOT THIS ONE, AYE, THE OTHER ONE, THE OLD BOILER, WITH THE HAIR AND THE MAKE-UP ALL PLASTERED ON, LIKE, WI' A TROWEL. LADY PIEMAN, MILKMAN BOWIN' AND SCRAPIN, LIKE, SHE'LL LOVE ALL THAT. BUT IT WON'T CHANGE ME, DECENT, HONEST JOHN PIEMAN, THAT'S ME.
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As big a grasping thief as Kinnock's lot! Vomit inducing hypocrisy.
On the spot, Mr Oldrightie. What an utterly contemptible cunt. My only comfort is that I will live to see the day that Alky Campbell puts on his robes only for children to throw stones at him in the street.
Lady Playskool is a good laugh but is Ian Blair going to call himself Lord High Executioner?
One and a quarter inch gauge hemp and a 34 inch drop, I would say, for milord Prescott of Punch.
This Pieman story just makes the whole process of choosing peers too transparent: take the most inept, disreputable, repulsive, criminal and hyprocritical people you can name and give 'em a peerage. How else to explain Howard and Simple Pieman?
Wot, has My-kull got one, too? Must go and look at what they call the news.
Still no peerages for Val, Peter and John I see. Mr Pastry never gets a mention either.
Actually Vince Cable does remind me of Mr Pastry a bit. Both demons on the dancefloor, but Mr P had rather more hair.
Nudge nudge wink wink Oi John when you get the ermine on Gary Newlove's widow might need your 'elp. Worth a try.
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