Friday

Mr Pastry and the myth of public spending cuts/February 17th 2012.

Richie - How wonderful to see Her Worshipfulness, Our Beloved Queenie, giving it with both barrels on behalf of the C of E! This magnificent institution is, as her Ma'mness says, the spiritual marrowbone upon which we all nibble - a place of worship and reflection in this God-forsaken age where simple British souls can reflect and partake of ecumenical nourishment. So, feeling kinda humble, Old Wob brushed his comb-over and called by our village's house of worship for Sunday prayers. Sure enough, there was our happy clappy Rev Pritchard conducting a service of remembrance for the poor heroic Afghani children recently slaughtered by Nato bombs and leading prayers for the downtrodden Sun journalists who are now scarpering pronto to the European Court of Yuman Rights to fight their Satanic overlord, Digger Murdoch. I must say, Rich, hard-hearted Wob was moved to tears, so much so that I've decided to set up a charity called Help for Sun & Afghani Kiddie Heroes. All donations to Wob Boberts, Castle Roberts, Cum-to-Piddle, Worcs I say! (Hic!)

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