Welcome, friends! As I travel up and down this great land of ours people often tell me that they have come to miss my many wise observations on the great issues of the day. And so, not wanting to let down the people to whom I have devoted my life of service, I have embraced the digital age! So read on and learn! Sir Bingham Collar KBE.

Showing posts with label blair. Show all posts
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Sunday, 8 February 2009

A Message from Above


The Pope has got into trouble for de-excommunicating or re-communicating or whatever the right verb is, an English Bishop who is also a Holocaust denier and all round loon. The chap in question is called Richard Williamson and, until this week, was virtually unknown in the UK, this being a country which now gets its religious instruction from the sides of London Buses. For this reason we were always spared from having to share in Tony Blair's religious 'journey' while he was Prime Minister. Now that he no longer has any ambition to do anything other than make money and be seen with famous people, he has been speaking at something called a 'prayer breakfast'. He even invited his good friend Barak Obama, presumably to tell him why invading Iraq was a good idea after all.

The BBC has been having further presenter-related problems. Carol Thatcher, who had somehow got herself a job on a current affairs programme got herself sacked after she called an unidentified tennis player a 'golly-wog' and Jeremy Clarkson called the Prime Minister a 'one-eyed Scottish idiot'. He was forced to apologise after massive protests from the Royal Institute for the Idiotic whose members were deeply offended by the comparison to Gordon Brown.

And, just to prove that some things never change, the England cricket team have been hammered by West Indies. The England and Wales Cricket Board, who are responsible for these things, have set a new precedent for decisive action by sacking the coach before the series even began. Good for them!

Monday, 26 May 2008

Trophy Wives


It seems that my old friends in the City have been raking in another years worth of enormous bonuses – and very welcome it is too. The poor chaps need cheering up, what with them wrecking the British economy and all that. And if that wasn't bad enough I read that the county's divorce lawyers has been inundated with trophy wives hoping to get a good divorce settlement before the economy goes completely belly up and all the poor chaps in the City get the sack. The good news is that the weak pound will make it cheaper to import a new wife from the far east. Or if you don't fancy that, I understand that you can get a good one from Russia for a song – and the song only needs to be good enough to win Eurovision.


If only Tony Blair had obtained a wife who would quietly spend his money instead of writing books. I have been reading Cherie Blair's memoirs in which she reveals that she and Tony conceived their youngest son at Balmoral whilst visiting the Queen. She says she was too embarrassed to take her 'contraceptive equipment' under the same roof as Her Majesty. One wonders quite what she means by 'contraceptive equipment.' The mind boggles. You'd have thought that the thought of some grubby journalist finding out about it and printing all of the sordid details in whichever rag of a newspaper was prepared to commit such a callous invasion of privacy upon the Prime Minister's wife and child would have put a dampener on the mood. Hang on a minute while I read that last sentence back.....irony is a wonderful thing, isn't it.