Poor Man About Town

Let the devils take the hindmost!

By George, he's got it right. I heard him on the radio today, he has done nothing wrong. The press wanted to make an asshole of him - success breeds success - super-asshole or not, the man has got what it takes. New Labour delivering cat food to his door step - how fucking hilarious!. Miaows will sound through the house when he walks into it again - the sting has been taken out of the tail; wow, we are going to roll about laughing with all these predictable jokes at George. Let's face it, humour has got to be spontaneous and full of surprises and the press are priming us for what is going to happen him. Character assassination needs a big element of surprise - I doubt if there are going to be any surprises. So fuck the press, fuck the hype. George is going to run with this, no problem.

My only problem with this shit is that George bought into trashy television.

I'm disappointed

Oh well, George has a sleepless night. Simon Hughes comes out in anticipation of the Liberals Leadership elections. Wow! We've all got problems. The press is showering George with bad publicity. The press want to make him look unpopular, a plague victim, this is not having the desired effect. The man, albeit a berk, has attracted curiosity - George should follow the good politicians that all publicity, no matter how bad, is good publicity. So there you go. Simon Hughes can't be wrong - but I don't think gayness attracts as much bad publicity as mustachioed guy in a leotard.

The bugger comes into the house at around midnight, slams the door, runs up the stairs and stamps around his room as if he we were shadow wrestling. Then he puts on these flip-flops as if he were going to the beach; flip-flop down the down the stairs and flippity flop around the kitchen, flippety flop up the stairs and we are treated to more stamping around his room - what a cunt!. I am puzzled as to why he wears those fucking flip-flops, answers on a postcard please, first correct answer will win a used flip-flop.

Living in a house divided into bedsits is not easy. You have to put up with noisy buggers like Lord Grolly. Lord Grolly has the best and biggest room in the house, and he lords it over the rest. Comes home in the early hours of the morning banging around like a shit on fire. Then he goes to the bathroom, clears his throat in a manner that sounds quite offensive. I think that the guy does far too much cocaine!

George Galloway was turned loose on the US Senate and he had them for breakfast, what a star.

The man was on a roll.

Then he joins Big Brother, ostensibly to gain maximum exposure for his organisation.

Whoops! The programme has made him look a complete berk! In fact, I feel convinced that he is a complete berk.

At the end of the day he has a job to do, he gets paid mucho dinero to do it, and he decided to join a houseful of non-entities where the governing power sets up each participant to behave in the most maladaptive way possible. What does George do, he rises to the bait and criticises every single one of them. Yep, they are not people that who would like to have around for a dinner (Traci excluded, although quite vacuuous, I would not put her out with the milk bottles in the morning).

George is a politician who loves to be a showman, this comes out in his political method, he should have maintained this thoughout. If I were doing the cat scene with Rula Lenska, I'd have been rolling about laughing - that's what the idiot should have done; oh no, he was deadly serious about it.

Gosh, what a whirlwind he will reap.

The man's a complete berk!