OK, OK, I watched 'Muppet-mouth' McDonnell, the Labour party's new shadow chancellor, the other day in Parliament as he attempted to explain why white was black on Monday but black was white on Tuesday, or something like that. And yes, I, too, chuckled away like all those Tory backbenchers as McDonnell did his impression of Manuel in Faulty Towers:
And yet ... and yet ... as the wretched man openly admitted with the bare minimum of obfuscation that indeed he had been a prize plonker of the first order and had fallen, or rather, had actually jumped into George Osborne's elephant trap, I began - just! - to warm to him slightly. It must take some guts to stand up in the House before all your political enemies, both those across the gangway as well as those behind you, and admit that you are a total tit! McDonnell did it with some style and some humour. Please don't misunderstand. I am fully aware that the ghastly man holds some sick-inducing opinions on other matters which, were he ever to reach a position of power in government, might actually induce me to emigrate to Australia - yeeeeeees, quite! - but even so I think he passed the ordeal with some credit.
But the man who really induces feelings of nausea in me is his opposite number, little Georgie Osborne, with his smirky-smiles and new Roman senator hair-style.
This man could lie for Britain at the Olympics! He promised to reduce the deficit in government finances five years ago and he's nowhere near it. Now he's promising - no, don't snigger! - he's, like, you know, really, really promising to balance the books over the next five years. It won't happen, of course, and he knows perfectly well that it won't happen but what is likely to happen is some maelstrom in the international economic system - China, Greece, the euro or whatever - will kick off and, hey presto, little lying Georgie will have his excuse for having broken his promise - again!
If that dodgy little chancer actually takes over from 'Dim Dave' then my options will be open and I have it on good authority that Australia really isn't as bad as it looks despite half the country regularly being engulfed in fire whilst the other half dies of thirst and that's to say nothing of the man-eating spiders lurking down every toilet bowl!
They'll have to bring Stalin back from the dead and ensconced in No. 10 before I'll emigrate to Australia. (shudders)
Posted by: Red Admiral | Friday, 16 October 2015 at 16:02
David, McDonnell had no choice but to change his mind he could not be seen to go along with Tory policy. His fellow lefties would have lynched him.
Posted by: jimmy glesga | Friday, 16 October 2015 at 16:38
Aye, aye, Admiral, I know what you mean!
The man's a twerp, Jimmy, and it's time you rethought your political allegiance given that it is only a matter of time before Labour splits!
Posted by: David Duff | Friday, 16 October 2015 at 18:39
Not for me to change David. Labour has this scenario every now and then. Common sense will prevail. However they can always boot me out.
Posted by: jimmy glesga | Friday, 16 October 2015 at 20:03
And just what makes you think we'd have you lot? We do have standards to keep in Oz.
Posted by: AussieD | Saturday, 17 October 2015 at 05:21
Well, looking about this 'septic Isle' on a Friday or Saturday night, AussieD, and I can see what you mean!
Posted by: David Duff | Saturday, 17 October 2015 at 08:36
David, how right you are. Martians arrive at Glasgow Central Rail Stn taxi rank 0030 hrs.
Martians encounter fist fights and half naked women on their knees vomiting. Martians return home.
Posted by: jimmy glesga | Saturday, 17 October 2015 at 11:51