Gordon's Little Secrets
Who does Gordon have over for dinner at Chequers? Shouldn't be a state secret should it? After all you pay for it all, even Tony and Cherie allowed us to know who they had over for the weekend.
So why, when Gordon is supposedly committed to open government, are they stonewalling the Telegraph?
So why, when Gordon is supposedly committed to open government, are they stonewalling the Telegraph?
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Gordon is obviously having a good feed at the taxpayers expense. He looks fatty and unfit and seemingly not coping with the pressures of the PM role.
I was amused to see him falling asleep at the Remembrance Service at the Albert Hall. The BEEB focused on him very well during the Prayers.
I do not think he is well.
Blair fought tooth and nail to prevent publication, and only did so just before he resigned.
Yes, of course we should know.
Who does Gordon have over for dinner at Chequers?
Is it his wifes former lover? The ex para and Falklands War vet turned writer, who isn't into rocking horses or nappies and who can apparently maintain an erection?
Maybe there is no list of dinner guests to publish.
Would you want to go? It's the punishment posting of the PR firm. I'd make a donation just to be allowed off.
At least at Tony's house parties there was an outside chance of a mud-wrestling cabaret with an amiable floozie and shop-bought mud. What ever else you want to say about Cherie, she manifestly knew what to do with a knife and fork.
Prawn toast, cherry brandy and cider cocktail, larks' tongues vol-au-vent, rain-forest gateau, and one of those fruit flans fashioned on the backsides of popular glamour models - the Blairs had everything sophisticated and high-class. One time they even had a golden model of the Pope made of Ferrero Rocher. 'Camelford' they used to call it, after the Arthurian court which miraculously turned everyone's hair green.
At Gordon's there would be a three-hour sermon in an unheated out-house followed by circle-time where people discuss the ideas put forward in books by Gordon, having brought their own sandwiches and bought a copy (cash, gold coin or fillings preferred, thank you) personally inscribed by the author: 'I know who you are and where you live, love, Gordon'.
At Chequers they play 'Hotel California' on an loop. The correct question is not 'names of the visitors invited' but 'has anybody seen them since?'
kevin mcguire a canny c*nt, said...
Is it his wifes former lover? The ex para and Falklands War vet...
That would be Ken Lukowiak, who has fought in a war and displayed courage, whereas Gay Gordon's ghost writer, merely writes about it on the PM's behalf.
Come to think of it, is Ken Lukowiak the reason Gay Gordon is so anti UK military?
Who[m] does Gordon have over for dinner at Chequers?
I didn't know he was a cannibal. Dennis learns something new every day.
Is it Julian Cleary, Graham Norton, and Paul O'Grady that Fat Gordon is wining and dining?
Have a gay day!!
The Ken Lukowiak story is hardly a "secret."
Paul Linford said...
The Ken Lukowiak story is hardly a "secret."
Duh, who said it was?
@ paul linford "The Ken Lukowiak story is hardly a "secret.""
On the other hand it may not be commonly known - and it's a) entertaining, and b) revealing.
because he's a hypocrite and full of the real Brown stuff!
File a complaint with Yates of the Yard.
Interested said...He looks fatty and unfit
Looks thin and unwell, the job is telling on him. Unlike Blair this fellow cares, a pity prats like you don't.
mitch said...Yes, of course we should know.
Don't be silly, it would appear only you and your sad little bloggers give a rats ..... get a job, get a girlfriend, do something useful, get your own place and give mum a bit of peace.
woman on a raft said...
Brevity, brevity, brevity, boring, boring, boring.
Dennis said...
Hi Dennis you need to take a break old friend, not looking your usual self at all.
kevin mcguire, a canny c*nt, said..Duh, who said it was?
Your boyfriend ducky, your boyfriend.
ten more years said...
kevin mcguire, a canny c*nt, said..Duh, who said it was?
Your boyfriend ducky, your boyfriend.
Shit! You know about me and Brian Paddick?
What goes on behind the curtain belongs in the Holy of Holies.
"If your mind asks, cut it out". "Let not your tongue wag, rather chop it off" etc etc
The bloody place is crawling with rent boys so of course he doesn't want the guest lists published.
"Hi Dennis you need to take a break old friend, not looking your usual self at all."
On the contrary, you should have seen me before I took a holiday.
Gavyn Davies and Sue Nye
Geoffrey (Shagger)Robinson
Sir Ronny and Lady Ronny
Mr and Mrs E Testes
Ms Pollyfilla and A Rusbridger
Mr Paul Dacre
Tom Twatson
Deborah Mattinson
Gary Elseby(Stoke on Trent)
Mr Bhownaggree from Brussels
Chris Paul from Brown's Passage
Albanian crook, Bouncing Bob Maxwell’s former totty, Anne Fucking Robinson, get from BBC another ten million pounds of Stanislav money for dress up like porno fetish granny and wink like sad elderly nymphomaniac detained under section of mental health act. Is fucking grotesque. Fuck me, never mind ten million pounds, see mad screeching old bag with artificial head free on internet, all day long; just go in pervertedgrannyslapper.com site, see stomach-churning horror like weakest link and not come from tv license. Robinson make grunting, transsexual hunchback Kirsty Wark look all woman. This is country run by fucking greedy nutters, thieves, murderous arse bandits, cookery teacher, postman, wonk and professional son of fucking manse, masturbating himself into intensive care. Mad admiral-jailer from Gilbert and Sullivan wants to lock everybody up indefinitely. Fucking drunk Scotch arsonists go in house of fucking Lords. Is worse than fucking Pakistan and Albania and Zimbabwe put together. Is mother of all criminal lunatic asylum. Nitwit Chief of Police is dress up in braid and medals like Field Marshal General Doctor Idi Amin Dada VC, King of fucking Scotland, Life President of Uganda, only not so smart. Home Secretary is useless fucking lying school cookery teacher bastard nutter from comprehensive in Redditch, overspill town for Birmingham burglars and professional car booting class, all called Darren and Wayne and Scott and Tracey and Sharon, live in rabbit warren estate, steal each others washing off line, live on bake bean and fizzy drink, watch porn all day, spend dole on scratch card, children rape grannies, knife each other and throw old age pensioner on bonfire. Is like Stoke. Rubbish collection man go round Redditch and driver shout: Any rubbish? And Tracey say, yes, two bags, please, just put them down there in the front garden by the pile of extra-strong lager tins, no, not that pile, the other pile. Home secretary typical Redditch, bloated and greasy, thieving lying tosser, never do proper day’s work if can avoid; can't count, can't speak, good for fuck all, only can cook NewLabour FunSnotBuns in microwave, not worth a fucking bullet and can't be got fucking rid of, rob us fucking blind, speak in tongues and shit in our faces. And now unsackable, scruffy bearded cocksucker Mark Thompson -who Stanislav pay a million pounds a fucking year to patronise him - give nauseating old bag ten fucking million pounds. Stanislav go now and throw tv in street. Fuck it.
Could be worse, though, could be in Leicester Royal Infirmary, Mercedes Benz capital of Europe and being slapped around and insulted in a variety of Asiatic languages by nurse-layabouts from the Only Come Here For A Kip And To Steal Some Towels Premier Tamil Tiger Fuck Off And Die White Bastard Nurse Agency. No waiting list for abuse from Sri Lankan thug nurse. Modern fit for purpose hospital, torment, torture neglect and kill vulnerable patient, chop-chop. Cunt consultant walk around like fucking God. I wash my hands last week, whaddayawant ? Chop off patient leg for no reason and say Oops, sorry, but maybe you lose later in life anyway in car accident, so no harm done eh, all men of the world, these things happen, here’s three hundred pounds, fuck off and shut up.
Is like the Black Hole of fucking Calcutta with patients lying every fucking where, parked-up in corridors, starving, crammed like fucking sardines into the novel and enterprising multi-occupancy combined toilet-and-bed patient modules, as well as being cruelly abused by normal NHS indifference, filth, arrogance and incompetence, could be lying in my bed with a couple of other patients, communing with the fecal matter all around me and meditating on the chances of surviving a toe operation. Is like field hospital in fucking Crimea only ten times worse. Is basic hygiene rules flout all day long and patients drop like fucking flies from AJD. Is John Reid and Patricia Hewitt and Singing Postman Alan Johnson, trio of NewLabour freaks, couldn’t tie fucking shoelace, make NHS free-for-all of lying, thieving, lazy, incompetent overpaid dirty fucking bastards. Stanislaw see bad-tempered foreign nurse go round whole ward do blood test in patient thumb, not apply cotton wool or swab to dry-up blood after test, no, instead wipe away drop of blood with thumb of her own glove, go to next patient and do exact same, wipe away patient blood with glove stained with previous patient blood, exact same spot on same glove is use each time on dozen patients. Is fucking deliberate attempt to kill patient. Is fucking slope-eye nurse from Hell. Next night young male student nurse come and do test nearly right, put cotton wool on test site and tape down, only rip tape in teeth, each time, put tape in mouth rip off, go to next patient do same again, supervising staff nurse look on and fucking smile instead of shout Dirty bastard
Mr Julian and Mrs Woman on a Raft, Stanislav not invent, LRI is corporate criminal killing field and management and doctors should be in jail; filthy, stupid, lazy foreign nurses jailed and deported and whole stinking shithole burnt into the ground and make carpark.
If Leicester people is ill best phone fucking Polish plumber. Plumber come round quick with Beechams Powder, blowtorch, hack-saw and do job on kitchen table. Not chop leg off just for fun or to show off chopping skills to student totty. Not deliberately infect with AJD, not steal valuables of sleeping old people. Polish plumber is better than dirty limb-chopping, smirking greedy bastard surgeon-extortionist cunt, FRCS. Is better than Chink nurse serial killer, come here to contribute skills in British economy by murdering patients. Is better than Trust Chief Executive, cheeky cunt, not know arse from elbow, faint at sight of blood and fuck off home in S-class Mercedes, so pleased with himself he drink own piss. Cheered on by Toliets Maguire, Polly Mascara, David Aaronobitch et al and the whole Oxbridge cabal at the BBC our fucking useless parasite class grow bigger every fucking year of NewLabour. Fucking idiot postman in charge of nation’s health. Is fucking Gulliver’s Travels round here
Is good job modernised NHS has developed bird ‘flu vaccine and everyone has had shot eh? In my country ambush health secretary, drag from car, chop off head, stick on pole and feed body to dogs in street. In UK put in house of lords with huge pension.
Stanislav is law, Lav under Will.
geddit?
Perhaps the lack of a list is to protect the people from ridicule I mean would you want it known you had eaten with gordo?? Id rather let harold shipman treat my granny.
All the people who "are rescuing Northern Rock"
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