The hypocrisy of the Left's hate-mongers/April 6th 2010

Richie - Sunday I receive a phone call from Ma Roberts, my Tory-activist, cigarello-chomping mother from the Shires. "Have you seen the pinko Observer ?" she rages. "How dare the Lefty Labour-luvvies pick on our wonderful Chris Grayling! The limp-wrists and gender-benders have had it all their own way for too long! Just you wait until Cameron becomes PM. If a b & b wants to turn away a couple of wooftahs they'll be well within their rights to do so! Are you listening ?" It's at this point I inform ma she's speaking to her youngest son, Bob Roberts, and not her eldest son, Howard Roberts, vice chair of a local Conservative association somewhere in the south west. Ma almost chokes as she realises her mistake and tries desperately to change track. "Bob! How are you darling ? And how is that delightful coolie maid I met when I last visited ? The one you playfully call Mrs Bob No 3 ?" If only the bigoted Tories could think before they put their mouths in gear they'd be dangerous, eh Rich ?