‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the nation, There was misery, poverty and great deprivation Some stockings were empty, some fridges were bare, The heating turned off, little money to spare. Boris Johnson was cosy, a-quaffing champagne, Cognac and Port so he’s feeling no pain, Stuffing his chops on goose flesh and gammon, Caviar, Stilton and the finest smoked salmon. The homeless are shivering in cardboard containers Ex-Servicemen, youngsters, both Leave and Remainers The nurses and doctors all still searching for beds With a shortage of staff, of money and meds The Mogg’s singing carols with moguls and bankers, Hedge funders, financiers and various w*nkers Admiring his baubles and pulling his crackers, Rejoicing that he's got us all by the knackers. Your Gran’s in the corridor, still on the trolley While the Chancellor’s counting the last of his lolly And Grandad’s in pieces, stemming his tears Though they’ve paid their dues these past sixty years But hey, Gove’s on the sherry and is quite off his tits While his missus is battered and doing the splits And Drunken Smith is a singing along with the Pogues With the rest of the mob and a few Russian rogues And the kids who are dreaming of gifts in the morning Won’t get them- their benefits were stopped without warning While those whose dosh is in off-shore accounts Will be rubbing their hands as the total mounts And the Waspi woman alone in her kitchen Has long given up on Dancer and Blitzen She was robbed of her pension, they don’t give a ****e That she’s freezing and hungry on Christmas Eve night And now, here’s the end of my last festive story Don't forget to vote- unless you're a Tory. copyright Babs Horton 2019
Ironically the thickest thing the UK public are likely to do is vote for this arrogant self-serving bunch of over-privileged old-Etonian twats
FLT, I don't know how old you are but when I was 30 I did a tour of Northern France. One day I did 170 kilometres ( about 105 miles). I was completely knackered but found that around 80 miles depending on the terrain was manageable. I reckon if you allow a week it should be possible .
I would probably have to target 5-7 days I think. There’s a thought... bring Franny. Nah, I’d never keep up.
I’m 50. Longest ride to date is 67 miles. I started cycling about 18 months ago and got to the point where I was doing 100-120 miles a week depending on work (and daylight hours). It would be a challenge, but I’m tempted to have a go.
Invite him and say you’ll provide the bike ... ... ... and get a tandem I once did a sponsored ride in Holland Thought it would be easy its so flat Strong NE wind all weekend, I was going NE It was like cycling uphill all the way Knackering You sure you can do 80-110 miles a day for that long?!?!
I have read that Johnson’s request to be interviewed by Andrew Marr has been knocked back with a “not until after your interview with Andrew Neil”. Good, but has Johnson’s delay tactics already paid off? John McDonnell was furious at the BBC for not tackling him sooner as he believes Johnson is holding out until after most postal votes have been sent in, in case the interview is a car crash.
Utter disgrace. Propaganda machine working overtime ..... and getting results looking at the latest opinion polls How the hell can this electorate STILL vote for this shower? Now I’m being ticked off by my girlfriend and her family for posting too many political threads on Facebook .... They don’t want to hear how important this election is and say I’m being “boring” ...... I just don’t understand it .....
No doubt that book is the rough draft of his autobiography, apart from the hero on a bike part.. Dump the girlfriend and her family and carry on as you are.
