Gordoom got a triple pasting yesterday on the issue of allowing Gurkhas right to stay in Britain. Twice during PMQs and again in last night's commons vote. Amazingly 27 Labour MPs found a spine and voted against the government.

Brown and the odious Phil Woolas have been rightly castigated about the "guesstimate" of the costs (+/- £1.4bn) of supporting the Gurkhas. Funny that Alasitair Darling is able to borrow £700bn to dig us out of the financial fuck up Brown has created but can't extend the credit terms to support a group of people who are prepared to put their lives on the line so that Gordoom and his acolytes can sleep peacefully in their beds.

The Commons defeat may well mark the tipping point for Brown and although he may deny it, the rest of the PLP now know what we have known since Day 1, Brown is not fit for purpose.

How ironic is it that the Gurkhas have come to save the day yet again?

Are probably the best way to get a seat on the train or bus for the foreseeable future.

Is it just me, or does the government enjoy inciting the populace to panic whilst telling them not to panic. This morning the WHO has raised the alert level to level five, just one level below pushing the panic levels. Yesterday a school in Paington, Devon closed it's doors until 11 May because one child has tested positive for swine flu. Brilliant! Every schoolkid across the country is now hatching a plot to get two weeks off school.

If this latest flu scare proves to be as pandemic and as deadly as we are being led to believe, then chaces are the dead will go unburied and Labour's back to the future strategy will be complete.

Update: Gordoom reckons Britain is "best placed" to deal with the swine flu pandemic. OMIGOD WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!!!

Well Gordoom's had a great week so far and it's only Monday afternoon:

Back in the 1970s rubbish piled up in the streets and the dead went unburied. In 2009 the rubbish is piled up on the Labour benches and the braindead are in charge of them. I was only 10 years old at the time so can't remember what Callaghan was like as a Prime Minister, but he couldn't have been as joyless and incompetent as the current sub-Prime Minister.

Yesterday's budget was not so much a budget as a half hearted attempt to claw back some "grass roots" support by hammering the "rich". The top 1% of earners are now expected to pay 50% of their earnings over £150k in income tax. This will raise chump change in comparison with the £606bn that Brownfinger is set to borrow over the next five years. All the unpleasant tax and NI rises are to come in 2011 after a general election - provided Brown has the Balls to call one.

Over on Raedwald's blog he calls yesterday's budget a Travesty of Government, it's a post worth repeating:


The whole budget speech is here. Cameron's speech starts 52 minutes in.

I have to say that yesterday's speech was one of the shortest in recent times, less than an hour. Cameron's rebuttal was sharp and concise, however I have to say what made me angry was the complete lack of respect for Nick Clegg, an I'm no LibDem by any stretch of the imagination. When he rose to speak half the house left the chamber and the rest were talking amongst themselves - in my opinion the House should remain seated until both the Leader of The Opposition and the Lib Dem leader have had their say. Anything else is just poor manners.

Cartoons like this excellent offering from Gerald Scarfe appears in the Sunday Times:

If the Sunday Times is to be believed, it is Ed Bollocks that was the man pulling the levers behind Damien McBride's curtain. It seems like the testicular named one has ambitions to succeed Gordoom. Clearly Gordoom is incompetent and not fit for office. Littlejohn labels Gordoom as


That's as maybe, but Gordoom must be really losing his grip on reality if he didn't see what Bollocks and McBride were up to.

Let's just imagine that by some miracle Gordoom shot himself and Balls became Prime Minister how that would play in the world of international relations. How Britain would be ridiculed with a Prime Minister called Balls.

Government switchboards around the world would be in hysterics:

President Sarkozy, Monsieur Couilles sur la ligne 1

Frau Merkel, Herr Hoden auf Linie 1

Senor Zapatero, Senor Cojones en la linea 1

President Obama, there's a man on line one who says his name is Balls. I told him to go away and grow a pair.

I am in reflective mood today. Hearing of the passing of one of the great writers and broadcasters of our time, Sir Clement Freud, I am reminded how fleeting this life really is. I am at an age now where, one by one, the people of my childhood and teenage years are passing from this life on an all too regular basis. Each one taking a small piece of those times with them.

My earliest memory of Sir Clement is in the dog food commercial with the Bloodhound called Henry. Later, as I began to appreciate radio comedy, it was Sir Clement's performances on Just A Minute that I enjoyed most. His droll monotone and his ability to completely dominate a subject for the full minute was almost unrivalled. I am old enough to remember the shows that featured Frank Muir and Kenneth Williams alongside Clement Freud and I am grateful to BBC7 that they feature those early Just A Minute shows from time to time.

Of all his "opponents" on the show, I think the only person that could match Sir Clement, is Paul Merton. In a show that was broadcast last year, on of the topics was "Epitaphs". Sir Clement remarked that he imagined his epitaph would be "He was not speaking at the whistle".

Yesterday, the whistle blew for the final time for Sir Clement. Rest in peace, you will be remembered with fondness.

I have been following the downfall of Damien McBride with half an eye this weekend...family does come first.

Congratulations to Guido on bringing this wretched government to account. It is no good Draper bleating about how his email account had been "hacked", or how it was just juvenile japes, or Brown regretting that it all took place and writing to the individuals to express his regret over "private" emails. Shit sticks! And the shit in this government emanates from the centre outwards.

Over on Red Box, Sam Coates has published a letter from Brown to Sir Gus O'Donnell in which he "takes responsibility" (that's a first) and the activity of his minions is a "matter of great regret" (that they were caught out). It is the excerpt below that caught my attention:


My emphasis. Here's the thing; Brown's statement that these were private emails between McBride, Draper and at least two others (allegedly Tom Watson, the Cabinet Minister and the man who brought about the bloodless coup to oust Tony "I'll serve a full term" Blair), is complete bollocks. The emails originated from McBride's Downing Street email address, so they were not private at all. If McBride had used his personal email account to send these emails, then yes it could be argued that it was a private communication. The fact of the matter is McBride was, at the time, a civil servant and as such employed by the taxpayer. But this was a civil servant with a difference, he was no more than Brown's press henchman and appartchik firmly esconced in Downing Street, using Downing Street equipment and a Downig Street email account to send made up stories to his mate Draper so that Draper would publish them on his newly registered Red Rag website.

For Brown to deny any knowledge of these smears or the dirty tricks that his hand-picked henchmen were up to is disingenuous at best.

Really, is this the best that Labour has to offer now? We know they are a busted flush, the electorate know they are a busted flush and the few Labour bakbenchers who are honest with themselves know Labour is a busted flush. But the best that Labour can come up with is to try and discredit and destabilise the Tories in order to stay in office. What a bunch of venal, morally corrupt bunch of cunts - each and every one of them and I include Brown in that. How could he not know what his own people were up to? If he did he's as bad as they are - and I suspect they had the tacit approval of their dear leader, if he didn't then he has lost all control of his own office and is not fit for the position of Prime Minister.

Already this Scottish wankstain is a dismal embarrassment to the office of Prime Minister. Can you imagine what international conferences must be like with this social dysfunctional berk in attendance - the rest of the world leaders must snigger and point and wonder who the fuck put him in charge. And now these latest revelations reveal Brown for what he really is; a corrupt, pus-oozing boil on the arse end of the political spectrum, devoid of ideas, devoid of policy, devoid of personality, devoid of any human traits whatsoever. For fucks sake Brown, just go. You have broughty shame to your office, your government, your party and your people. Just pack your shit and fuck off!

I, for one, cannot wait for the next general election. I will sit up, brandy and cigars at the ready to watch  each and every venal, troughing Labour ministers and the rest of the useless MPs lose their seats and deposits as they are cast into the political wilderness forever. Good fucking riddance.

Sainsburys are to "rename" the Pollack fish because people are too embarrassed to ask for it by name. Henceforth it shall be known as Colin. Former Sheffield United boss Neil Warnock is said to be considering legal action for use of his nickname.

Sales of the fish now known as Colin* have plummeted in certain parts of Sheffield.


*it's an anagram.

It's time Jaqboots fessed up about what it is that her and her husband have been up to.

If they really needed to spice up their conjugals, the workplace really isn't the place to be doing it. Turns out even the Home Office website has links to a Japanese porn site.