On that note: Why shouldn't America go re-elect President Clinton in Ninety-Six? = He has a prime or cunning tendency to wildly solicit Internet sex
There were some political ones posted earlier, so here are a few party related ones: The Labour Party = Upbeat Harlotry The Conservative Party = Reach vain petty voters The Liberal Democrats = Charmers belittle toad UK Independence Party = Up darkened penitency British National Party = Hospitably an irritant The Green Party = Her petty anger Scottish National Party = Oh, nasty tartan politics Plaid Cymru = I'm duly crap Monster Raving Loony Party = Sporty vainglory ornament
A couple for our visitor, COYG:- Tottenham Hotspur = Mount the posh tart (or Tan the Portsmouth ) White Hart Lane = Twat hair, helen
Visitor??? You make it sound like I am only temporary. Well, I got news for you matey - my feet are well under the table now! Anyways, back to the anagrams Nurse Florence Nightingale = Heroine curing fallen gents
Hows about our last 3 owners? Balu Chanrai - a cranial hub Milan Mandaric - Damn, a criminal Alexandre Gaydamak - Am a darkened galaxy - and his daddy Arcadi Gaydamak? I am a dark, gay, cad.
What a carry on = Raw To Anarchy Sid James = Jam Sides Kenneth Williams = Manlike Welsh Tin Joan Sims = Jams Is On Charles Hawtrey = A Swarthy Lecher Kenneth Connor = Then Ken On Corn Peter Butterworth = Utter Twerp Bother Hattie Jacques = She Jet Aquatic Bernard Bresslaw = Drabness Warbler Jim Dale = Jam Lied Barbara Windsor = Barbarian Words Patsy Rowlands = Downplays Rats
Guy Whittingham: Ugh, Why It Mating? Alternatively: A Tight, Whiny Mug. Mauricio Pochettino: Our Chaotic Pimiento. And a long-time personal favourite for Nate Robinson, NBA player and taker of bad shots: Note, No Brains.
