Tag: Labour
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Party Poop

As the covert party scandal unfolds, I for one am relieved that it wasn’t a bin bag covering a CCTV camera in that Downing Street shot of the Christmas quiz. That would have been a scandalous waste of PPE. Witnessing the defenstration of Dough Piffle will doubtless be delectable, but it won’t bring seismic change…
Max Frances
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No Offence

Once again, it’s by-election time, and the Bexley swing to Labour was by mid-term standards somewhat anaemic – about half of that achieved by Blair prior to 1997. Add to that the rock-bottom turnout, and you’re likely to draw the conclusion that this was scarcely a ringing endorsement of Sir Drear’s vision for the future.…
Max Frances
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Co-Pout

After ‘Trolley’s’ woeful performance at the equally abysmal COP26, we might be justified in lamenting the failure of our Government to set the shining example to the nation that their position demands. I beg to differ. Were they a shining beacon of excellence, we might mark them out as being more hypocritical than they are.…
Max Frances
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All the Sheeple

Well, it had to come sooner or later – the politicisation of mask-wearing. After all, the opposition are certainly no good at real politics. If they were even just below average, we would have seen some serious damage inflicted on the worst government in living memory. The great mask divide does not however reflect so…
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Pig Out

Wayne Couzens never shattered confidence in the police. Brutal criminal thugs bullying the public on fake public order raps, sly dogs secreting themselves in hedges with their speed guns, and mincing lavender fluffballs in their rainbow-decalled pandas sealed that one long ago. We can dwell on the Everard episode, but spare a thought for all…
Max Frances
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Milking and Bilking

The candlelit vigils are underway in Plymouth, and the collection buckets have been a-rattling. The political and activist rinsing is also in full swing. It’s the post-tragedy UK we know and love. Now that the Plymouth trigger man has been linked to so-called incel philosophy — that’s millennial code for geezers who can’t get a…
Max Frances
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Flagellation

It’s been quite a week for flag-waving in the UK and beyond. Post-Brexit, flag-shagging has been a favoured allegation tossed over the fence at anybody obtrusively displaying a Union Flag, paradoxically by those vigorously spraying the EU counterpart. Subtly, those wishing to avoid banner hypocrisy adorn their social media profiles with blue hearts, but we…
Max Frances
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Trite Said Fred

I was never a committed cheerleader of the lockdowns, but even less supportive of the fact that the decisions to enter them and then exit them have continually been based on bonkers logic. We’re now shelving 100% of restrictions after 69% of the adult population has been vaccinated. You don’t need to be a numbers…
Max Frances
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Cop-Out

I paid a flying visit to Bristol yesterday and encountered a sit-in in the middle of the road at the bottom of Park Street. They had a banner reading, ‘Priti Shit’, which does deserve some recognition for a new twist on an old gag, and another which read, ‘this is a peaceful protest’. This tickled…
Max Frances
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Badly Spun

Wow – nobody was expecting that. Labour scraped through in Batley and Spen. Dry the tears from your eyes and cash out those online bets. Kim’s going to close the loop and take her seat under the memorial plaque for her tearful maiden speech. That’s a speech by a tearful maiden, by the way. At…
Max Frances
