Monday, 14 September 2009

Stolen post

STRAINS IN BLAIR-BOOTH MARRIAGE


FUCK ME, JESUS. WILLYA JUST LOOKATHAT. AND ME A CARDINAL.

(Lifted from Call Me Ishmael, because it made me laugh and laugh)

24 comments:

Blue Eyes said...

I don't get it. Could you explain?

;-)

The Beast of Clerkenwell said...

There are times when I admire Gerry Adams
A least PIRA had a go at this scum.

lilith said...

No, Blue Eyes, I can't.


;-)

lilith said...

Beasty, now, now. We will have no admiring of Gerry Adams here. He has a nonce's beard for a start and that's probably enough.

Philipa said...

'go on love, you can do it'

idle said...

She's all class.

rvi said...

Cherie Booth sings an aria from The Beggar's Opera?

Scrobs... said...

If Bliar was Del Boy, which in a way he is, cheating everyone, etc, this could have been an amateur cover for the blow-up doll episode - the face is as ugly anyway!

lilith said...

What I find so very exquisite about this pic is Saint Tony's expression...

electro-kevin said...

Faw ! As opposed to Phwaor !

(Fucking awful woman)

idle said...

The news that she will be campaigning for Gordon in the general election suggests that Labour cannot be confident even of chippy workshy petty-criminal inner-city scouse seats voting for them.

Trubes said...

Lils: As we say in Scouseland.....
'Shut yer gob, there's a train coming'!

Idle: There are no 'inner city Scouse seats' left, they've all been robbed.

For the record 'Cherry B' was not born in Liverpool but in the grimy town of Blackburn, Lancs.
She moved with her mother, Gail, as a youngster, to live with her grandmother.
Her drunkard, second rate actor father, Tony Booth, had abandoned them.
They lived in a flat over a local 'Chippy' in the Liverpool Dockland area, Waterloo.

I've always felt that she's got a large 'chip on her shoulder'....
Boom boom!

Sorry Lils, It's my new medication you know!

Di.x

Philipa said...

Off topic, Lils but I wanted you to see this comment - I've just been refused to walk with my child to her swimming lesson. The school put a request out for parents to do this but it seems they wanted CRB registered (probably wihtout having to pay for it or recruit more staff for the job). I don't know how they can stop me but I didn't want to make waves and walked a different route, meeting my daughter there to give her a swimming cap. I wasn't allowed to go in the changing room with her to help her put it on for the first time. Someone who is CRB registered will do that for me.

idle said...

I am sure Trubes speaks the truth. It must be very irritating that Cherie tells the world she's from Liverpool and gives them a bad name.

Mind you, if only all scousers were like the wise and lovely Trubes.

idle said...

Pip, you must never make waves on the way to a swimming pool; it spoils it for the kids. You should wait until you get there.

I admit, however, that your tale is most depressing.

lilith said...

Pip, Calfy was told by her Headperson that she couldn't walk to school unescorted by her mother (5 mins, one road to cross with lollipop man) aged 8 because "Year 4 girls are like sheep, and if they find out you are doing it they all will want to".

lilith said...

Trubes, I think Tone and Cherie deserve each other, I really do.

Idle, I agree.

Calfy said...

Pip, at least your dau was saved the excruciating shame of having her mother come into the changing rooms

Maggie May (or may not!) said...

For Madame Trubes:

A Liverpudlian walks into a bank in Hope Street and asks for the loan officer. He tells the loan officer that he is going to Australia on business for two weeks and needs to borrow £5,000. The bank officer tells him that the bank will need some form of security for the loan, so the Scouser lad hands over the keys and documents of new Ferrari parked on the street in front of the bank. He produces the Log Book and everything checks out. The loan officer agrees to accept the car as collateral for the loan. The bank's Manager and its officers all enjoy a good laugh at the rough looking Scouser for using a £120,000 Ferrari as collateral against a £5000 loan. An employee of the bank then drives the Ferrari into the bank's underground garage and parks it there. Two weeks later, the Scally returns, repays the £5,000 and the interest, which comes to £15.41. The loan officer says, "Sir, we are very happy to have had your business, and this transaction has worked out very nicely, but we are a little puzzled. While you were away, we checked you out and found that you are a multi millionaire. What puzzles us is, why would you bother to borrow £5,000?"

The Scouser replies: "Where else in Liverpool can I park my car for two weeks for only £15.41 and expect it to be there when I return."

Trubes said...

Maggie May:
Very good....The old ones are the best!
I know of a 'Scally' millionaire who lived near 'Chez Trubies'.
He who used to drive a Ferrari until he upset his next door neighbour by parking over his driveway.
Mr 'Smart Ass Scally' told him to 'eff off', he would park where he wanted to.
What he didn't know was, that, said neighbour was a high ranking Police Officer in The Special Branch.
How unfortunate for Mr SAS.....he is now in 'clink' for a long stretch, after being convicted of drug related crimes and money laundering. He hadn't a clue what his neighbour did for a living.
Obviously his identity is unknown to most, because of the nature of his work.

The Ferrari, along with his large house, and several more prized possessions, were sequestrated by the Courts.

Retribution indeed!

Brings to mind the old song....

'I fought the Law and the Law Won'.
Ha!

Di.x

fuchsia groan said...

Ah, the look of love.......

Maggie May said...

That's good to read Trubes. At least some members of the plod seem to be doing their job right.

Scrobs... said...

Maggie May and Trubes...marvellous!

How about the two brothers then?

One went on to make millions in scrap metal, the other one stayed at home and made a modest living in a shop.

The shop went bust and the bereft guy didn't know which way to turn. His rich brother came back to Liverpool to visit old mates, and bumped into his ragged and smelly brother, who asked him if he could spare sixpence for a bath...

The Scrap man answered,

"Bring it round in the morning I'll take a look at it..."!

rvi said...

Very good Scrobes - a nice way to start the day. Perhaps Lil should change her heading from "Stuff" to "A giggle a day" since we appear to be using up her bandwidth with wry humour (as opposed to that whatnot they have in the south of England, Rye humour).

By the way did you hear about the skeleton who went into a pub and ordered a pint and a mop?