Tag: Keir Starmer
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Stella Heights
Keith’s excruciating week has not got any better – he tried to sack Angela Rayner and ended up giving her three new jobs. Of course, he was lambasted for bombing out a working-class woman, but his critics failed to acknowledge that these were precisely the characteristics that had propelled her to such stellar heights in…
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Ropey Handle
Oh dear. The way things are going, some sizeable chunks of that Chinese rocket are likely to rain down on Keith’s gas guzzler. As matters stand, you could probably cut through the atmosphere at Labour HQ with a knife, let alone giant shards of Beijing tin can. And this time, there’s no convenient Corbed ball…
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Cardboard Box
I truly felt for Keir Starmer out there yesterday attempting a few punches at the large bag. I’m surprised only that one of the onlookers did not throw in the towel right there and then. It all evoked memories of Bill Gates on stage throwing some shapes at the Windows 95 launch. As he tossed…
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Never Knowingly Undertrolled
So Keith went out for a leisurely afternoon troll, pondering wallpaper in John Lewis to rustle up a photo op of sorts for the craven lefty press. Hilarious, Sir Drear. I was just surprised he hadn’t spent 3 hours poring over the plain magnolia before walking out empty-handed. At a time when it should be…
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Confirmation by Arse
So, the Downing Street interior decoration bill appears to have rattled some cages. Not sure why, because it’s not as if Johnson has pocketed the cash. He can’t take it all with him once he’s gone. At worst, he’s frittered some dough, but you would have thought that he’d have just done it himself, given…
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Nice and Sleazy Does It
In 5 seconds of unbridled opposition, Sir Keir Starmer boldly announced, ‘the return of Tory sleaze’. As Gerry Adams might say, ‘it never went away, you know’. Most pertinently, anybody who has missed the relentless asset-stripping of the UK since lockdowns must be in the unrelenting clutches of a hardcore ketamine habit. All this ring-fenced…
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Game On?
It’s Easter Monday, and we have passed the one-year anniversary of Keir Starmer’s leadership of Labour. Unsurprisingly, there’s no discernible sign of a resurrection on either front. He has now vowed to ‘take off the mask’ (presumably a metaphorical one), to ‘open the throttle’, and to show us all why he should be the next…
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Motion Lotion
A year on, and commentators are seeking to assess Keir Starmer’s progress as the Labour Leader. Now, that’s a real toughie because he hasn’t really done anything. Try to imagine an Israeli opposition leader never managing to surpass level-pegging with Hitler, and you’ll probably be in the right ballpark. In its wildest dreams (which judging…
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If the Crap Fits…
Another day, another faux-fact gloss job. This time, it was the turn of inveterate liberal sock puppets to plunge in with a proxy hatchet job via an eye-wateringly pricy court case to gain judicial support for two out of three points about which nobody frankly gives a toss. Now, without a doubt, this Government is…
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Switch-Hitters
It’s LGBT History Month in February, which affords all our cringe-inducing, professional ‘allies’ a gilt-edged opportunity to fling their sagging corpses onto the bandwagon of gay rights and suck up some of that warm spotlight. Corpses? Well, they’re dead to me. Back in the summer, they had appropriated race equality as their vehicle of choice…
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