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It was jolly nice to hook up with Frank, Harry and my bro last night. We met in a traditional London boozer (I suppose these days that could imply Walkabout or Weatherspoons, but not on ‘ere for chrissakes) and em-boozed on proper fruity ale. The conversation zigged-zag about as it does and in due course briefly touched upon politics where I was rather surprised to find my drinking buddies fairly calm about the prospect of a Tory government. I have to say I’m fucking not.

I’m no fan of new Labour, of politicians come to think of it, but I’d rather the current mob than that rubbery-faced cunt Cameron and his boys club any day of the week. In addition to having absolutely no policy to speak of they’re not even good at criticising new labour, indeed, they were so keen for the ‘war on terror’ to take place they virtually put a tin hat on Blair and pushed him blinking into the middle east. Every time they come up with an ‘idea’ it’s so roundly condemned by political commentators and intellectuals you can almost hear them going scarlet with embarrassment and running for nanny’s skirts. The latest incident, hot off the toilet floor, with regard to Tory policy following the Lisbon Treaty is best exemplified by one of their own recently resigned MEP ministers. He said David Cameron’s pledge to hold referendums on future treaties was like “installing a largely ineffective burglar alarm when the family silver has already been stolen.”

This is typical of the Tories, screaming and shouting when it’s too late, the old locking the stable door after the horse has pissed off, died and being used in Chorizo. They really have no point at all, I’m not sure what they’re actually for outside of upsetting me to the point of flinging my own excrement about. They’re such a vile collective, they don’t even have that affable incompetence like the current lot. I mean take William Hague, that little bald tit who, in October was roundly condemned following the Conservatives’ decision to enter a European parliament coalition with a Latvian party, some of whose members participate in an annual service commemorating Latvian units of Hitler’s Waffen-SS, and a Polish politician, a personal friend of Hague, who has questioned the need to apologise for an anti-Jewish program during the second world war. That’s not even holocaust denial, that’s holocaust nostalgia.

I’m still speechless with way the media didn’t really seem to fussed about this, and speaking of speeches, surely his speech at 16 at the 1977 Conservative Party Conference (suspiciously absent from youtube, it was on it a year ago, now it’s gone completely. If you’ve not seen it you’ll know why The Tories are very, very keen you don’t) would’ve been enough to see him beaten for weeks on the penis with birch, if he didn’t like it so much.

Anyway, I got home safely. Oh, just officially sold the Black Bitch, can’t say I’m feeling very happy about it. This cheered me up though.