One day, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon, this blog’s immeasurable contribution to our national conversation will be recognised. And then you’ll all see what’s what, I don’t mind telling you. Now where’s that Napoleon outfit? Hat tip, Obo, the ginger onanist bastard. Advertisements
Don’t know about you lot but this blog had a whole pile of fun…. ….but it was that veteran hogger of the limelight and burster of pompisity’s bubble, Old Holborn, who ran away with the laurels…. ….and managed to get almost an entire piece in The Groan to himself. Honourable mention for services to sanity […]
By some bloke called He’s Spartacus. I’ve just tried to sign up for the beta programme. Unfortunately I was unable to complete the process as there is no option for loyal Subjects of Her Majesty the Queen. I am not an EU Citizen. That is all. This blog supposes it should be happy that it […]
I am losing the will to live. I have staked the gerbil out in the midday sun. This a mere taste of what will befall him if I don’t pick up some votes, and pronto. It’s up to you now, dear reader.
I’m afraid Iain Dale’s got this Chris Grayling bed and breakfast thing completely arse about face. One particularly scholarly commenter sums up the matter perectly, I think…. Sorry, Iain. You’re way south of the mark on this one. As I said over at The Groan…. Private property. Personal choice. Anathema to leftists. If the way forward […]
So the Lars Vilks affair is back in the news again. Did anyone really ever think it would go away? Following His Grace, Archbishop Cranmer’s contribution to the debate on religion and free speech, I thought I’d weigh in with my own two penn’orth. The whole object of political cartooning is to confront us with […]