“What right does the public have to interfere?"
Right on, Antoine!
What do the Little People know of the burdens of being a Tory Grandee with a multi-million-pound home in Devon to maintain?
Fuck 'em, right?
What right do we worker ants have to query your taking £87,000 of *our* taxpayers' money?
Look at that lubricious haughty face over there.
Doesn't it just ram home the reminder that Us Lot can't handle the truth (see the marvelous comments posted, including Dickie Wells' tumbril ditty).
Of course, I blame the government for bringing in that ridiculous "Freedom of Information Act".
That's what did it, along with all those meddlesome disclosures.
“What right does the public have to interfere with my private life? None.”
Fair nuff, all just a storm in a moat. But tell me, do you hear that distant tumbril roll?
Dept of Cool Comment: Badass Ley delivers the goods on the heroic Heather Brooke, 'one of the 'few good men' who helped surface this disgusting mess.'
I play it to everyone and they go ooh and ahh!
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In case you need a restorative after looking on that 'lubricious' face, Heather Brooke is one of the 'few good men' who helped surface this disgusting mess
http://www.guardian.co.uk/politics/2009/may/15/mps-expenses-heather-brooke-foi
...and your were right to keep taking The Telegraph.
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to the tune of I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry:
Hear that distant tumbril roll
the knitting needles fly
the ruling class is whining low
they're so guilty they could cry...
take it, Busker!
You da man, Ricardo
I so like that Corfu style railing painted horta green
Snoopy lady going thru my blog, reads the Wellsian cleverness and sings:
"If I were a carpenter,
Little People humble,
Would you rip me off anyway,
Would you ride my tumbril?"
Save my face with haughtiness
Save my job tomorrow
I give you my Lordliness
Not a jot of sorrow
Dickie
Excruciating. I mean funny. I *have* to show her this, at which point she will remove her gloves and reach for the Thesaurus.
That is vintage Dick - she will have to put some serious study in to match the standard.
(I was heading for a phrase like 'serious study to rise to Dick' but it didn't feel right. I sensed a pun lurking in the undergrowth)
Actually, your original post is rife with songs waiting to be sung. If you took your first para, and changed "people" to "peeps" you could sing it to "What do the Simple Folk Do?" from Camelot. Kinda-sorta like this:
What do the simple peeps know
Of be-ing a Tory Grandee
With a multi-million pound home
In Devon to maintain
Oh, what do the simple peeps know?
Kinda-sorta.
Dickie and I don't mean Burton
I love this, we are past malcolm's tipping point. we have traction, this one has legs.
my next album: music by holmes, lyrics by ... everyone
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