Otium cum dignitate.
Fat little chap in the Fred Dibnah kit (hiding handaxe behind his back) thinks:"Just stay still, look into the camera, and I'll have your effing fingers off with one swipe"Lil, I am chez the Idle folks near Bruton, considered a Cheese Show expedition, but I have to be in Newbury by 1230 to pick up an idle girl from her country club boarding school. Difficult, I think....
Lils - I love to hate that little twerp.He's never had a real job, comes from a line of incoherent whiners, and thinks people will listen to his inadequate garbage...Lovely post Gal - you need a drink!
Ha ha Idle! You will be missing a fine spectacle Iders, there will be camel racing and duck herding and glossy goats as well as pies and cider. But you have a higher calling and must attend to your darling girl.I tried to 'tice the Beast of Clerkenwell down but he was worried I'd have him burned in a wicker man. Really I want him to help me choose an air rifle.
Where's his pencil case?
Thirst attended to thank you Scroblene :-) a nice "every day yellow label wolf blass" as TT would say. On special in ASda.To say that Miliband lacked gravitas would be akin to saying Brown is a bit odd.
I think his mummy is holding it for him off camera RH
@Lilith said 20:53...// I tried to 'tice the Beast of Clerkenwell down but he was worried I'd have him burned in a wicker man. Really I want him to help me choose an air rifle.//That's not quite true. We were going to get him to help us choose an air rifle, and *then* burn him in the wicker man.
Why an air rifle? In Scotland they choose Kalashnikovs, But Scotland seems always to be getting the better deal these days. And well deserved - their reward for voting out New Labour when they had the chance.
I suppose really because I don't actually want to kill anyone inadvertently, HG....:-)
Another time, lil.As for the beast, you will travel much faster around the trade stands of the cheese show without the encumbrence of a dishevelled Mancunian, whose dress code rarely strays beyond the shell suit, and who will be a fish out of water in rural Somerset. Likely to make a bee-line for the beer tent and start a fight after a pint and a half.
What ever happened to Lymeswold?I'm still trying to find a taste-alike.
Lilith,This is deeply disturbing photo on so many levels:(1) Who, but a complete pervert would wear a mac on the beach?(2) Why is David Milliband using an American gangsta hand signal and what does it signify?(3) Who cuts David Milliband's hair?(4) Why has David Milliband taken this little boy captive and tied his hands behind his back?We need answers and we need them nowP.S. If you compare the expressions on the faces of the little boy and David Milliband, I think you can work out which one has just broken wind.
Ha!! I saw that man in the dirty raincoat down by the sandpit behind the swings last Thursday. Fortunately he ran away when he saw Ms L's friends from The Den approaching.
Yes indeed Idle, another time :-) You are no doubt right about the B of C...I can see Elby placating local farmers as he scoops him up and out of the beer marquee. Pig is entered in the photo competition so watch this space.Do you know Scrobs, I believe it ceased production in 1992 (see Wiki). I'm a goat cheese girl myself..all and any variety...yum.
Lakelander, I share your concern. Milibland appears to be holding down his right hand with his left hand almost as if he does not trust it to behave. Why he has handcuffed the poor lad I can only speculate. Perhaps because he wanted to pretend for the camera that he himself, our glorious Foreign Secretary, and he alone, had dug the sandpit.Macs on beaches are due to be outlawed in 2009.
As to who cuts his hair, the nation should be told. It looks to me like he goes to Gibraltar to get it cut.
RVI, I think he would melt away like a bakelite doll infront of the aga if my girl got onto his case.
That's no haircut. It is one of those 1950s bathing caps, so beloved by Mother Idle. I think it has had glue applied and then rolled in black hair cuttings.Do you notice how it moves when he furrows his brow?
Actually Idle, the prototype for Miliband's hair is herehttp://neil.fraser.name/news/2004/05/22/
astounding to me how the focus was put on one word when apparently the conversation was one of great interest and concern...only a politician can do that...without lipstick being mentioned nonetheless...:)
Spot on yet again Lils! What amazes me is that these men ever get laid, there must be some pretty desperate women out there - he's even worse than Precott (what was Tracy thinking?!) Mind you there's no accounting for taste and I for one certainly don't like to look back. But you're right he does look like a Mormon, who are accompanied by neat and Mormon women, who must have approved sexual intercourse as there as little Mormon children. It's a mystery.
I just have an incredible urge to punch the little bastard.He got bitch-slapped good and proper by the Ruskie.He simply will not hack it in the man's world that is Russian realpolitik.
Elecs sums the little git up marvellously Lils. Milprat's a pathetic little 'Nu-soon-to-be-derelict-Lab' contortionist, always grinning like the stupid little twat who tried to join your gang and always failed - until he came out with his pocket money, then liked for only a few minutes...
Yes, Scrobs, but the captain of the football team at school invariably ends up a fat bastard tolerated or divorced by the prettiest girl in the school and chasing children in night clubs while the twat ends up rich on an excellent income, happily married with pretentious children who excel at the violin and being a twat amongst all the other pretentious twats.
Well said Pips!I think there should be a new village designed by Prince Charles for all these twats.They can all score points off each other for twattishness, and entrance fees will depend on the degree of twattishness they forced on others during their already boring - but if a politician; expensive - careers to date...Hope things are on the up M'Dear...
Thanks, Scrobs, with your help they are indeed looking up - it's called friendship and virtual friendship is just as good, if not better, than mums on the playground whose boys are bullying your child but butter wouldn't melt in their mouths when challenged.I think there is a village for pretentious twats and it's called 'Westminster'. Their children go to public school. they have awards for twattishness and it's called 'head boy' if Harry Potter is to be believed. Other people in society mark their superiority by their car, house or where they go on holiday (their ability to get credit), not by their bookshelves, education or behaviour, or even their own achievement. scrobs I long to be in a little dwelling in the middle of a field, surrounded by apple trees and goosgogs, blackthorn and sloe bushes. The nearest neighbour is an effort of civility away and a happy life ensues. I think you have that :-))
Daisy, I think it was the appropriateness of the two little words that made all the difference;-)
Elby has a theory, my fellow cyberchums,that the milibland bros were podded in the garden of No10. Hence Dave has iron filing hair.Glad things are a bit brighter Pip. They day will come when you can leave those bitches at the school gates behind. Roll on.
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