sweet effay

Good job I don’t eat breakfast, or it would have been all over the keyboard at the sight of this. To say that Blair sickens me is an understatement, but the thing that sickens me most is watching his ingratiating smile as he stammers his way through fatuous questions on the couch of popular talk shows, and then patronisingly goes on about how tough it all was at the end. Meanwhile, he carefully avoids doing interviews where they might ask him anything vaguely relevant or searching. Are Our Glorious Leader and his advisors so dense that they haven’t sussed that ITV have only got them on so they can try and win viewers from Dr Who? Isn’t it nice to see the Prime Minister willingly allowing himself to be used as a tool in a ratings war; let’s hope nobody watches the bloody fool.