today i had a flash of inspiration (i know you all love it when i come up with something amazing so i’ll share it) and realised that tony blair’s soul (if you’d call it that) has clearly inhabited the space reserved for same in the body that is walking around calling itself dave effin cameron (well it’s not as if anyone was using it, right?); my extension of that theory is that a high-level member of the undead is now intent on tormenting this country with its unhallowed rule for eons to come twisting out all our existences into what seems like an eternity of pain with million quid bonuses for people selling hedges or some such and a never-ending cycle of invasions of places we formerly couldn’t quite locate on a map while we sip latte in coffee crypts and become minor undead ourselves and voting tory once again becomes a thing you can admit to your friends – it’s probably thatcher… and keith joseph is sitting at the controls of the now-rudderless simulacrum of blair.
so, i thinks, here’s fun! i reckon we need more laws to defeat this undead scourge – so post your best shots here and i promise to work ceaselessly to get the best one through parliament. not sure how we’ll do it, but an insane email campaign at senior cabinet ministers should be a lark.
simple and even a child could understand it – let’s change this vile old world and let’s change it now.