SNAPS ON SATURDAY

 Union Jackie Bird plays Nursemaid

Tessy is watching you...
Bring back Big Brother!

                  

If only they bothered about the people who survived...

Bang on Harry. Give Cameron a gun.

Because they really don't give a damn.

Unless they know that half the country is watching them on the telly, in which case they care with passion.

Mr Corbyn is off to the palace at long last to become a rt hon.

And the queen says he doesn't have to get down on his knees.
Clearly she's happy about this lack of respect for her majesty.

And then there was this zoomer...

The English Health Service is collapsing on his watch.

Ern no, Mike. We have to have a leadership that listens to the voters.
The parliamentary party and their families won't get Labour elected.

Mon conseil pour vous: Arrêter de parler anglais.

Yep, that sums up the mess.
I spared you another photograph of Jackie Baillie,
 because I'm nice that way.

FANCY SHARING YOUR CHIPS WITH EITHER OF THEM?

Some considerable time ago it came to light that Nigel Griffiths MP thought that, rather than spend Remembrance Sunday remembering troops, some of whom his party had sent to war in the first place, he would spend it in a dalliance with a “lady” other than his wife, in his office in Westminster, in a state of Bacchanalian oblivion, not to mention undress. Then, upon questioning he would deny the whole thing and give the excuse that he was so drunk that he could remember nothing of it, despite the fact that he managed to upload photographs of the whole rather sordid goings on to his computer. Strange, you might think.


Oh well, anyway, I took the trouble at that time to drop Mr Griffiths an email telling him more or less, in moderate language, what I thought of him. (The moderateness of the language precluded my telling him exactly what I thought of him, unaware as I was at the time of that charming Mandelsonian turn of phrase “chump”.)

I waited for some time for a reply from Mr Griffiths, maybe a contrite little note saying how sorry he was that he had let the people of Scotland down. Surprisingly, none was forthcoming.

However, a few weeks later, you can imagine my surprise and delight when I noticed in my inbox a missive from the said Mr Griffiths. Unfortunately, said missive made no mentions of any wrong doing, or any breaking of members’ codes of behaviour, or any drunkenness, debauchery or indeed of lying. Instead Mr Griffiths asked me if I would care to support him and the Prime Minister, his friend, in some objective or other. I did not care to support Mr Griffiths, any more than I cared to support his "friend", and wrote back telling him so, and reminding him of the reason for my original email. Needless to say, again I got no reply, but at least no further exhortations to support were received.

That is, until this week, when I received not one, but two emails updating me on what a wonderful and busy MP he had been. I suspect he may have had a pang of guilt around this time of year!

I was wondering if anyone knew of any way to ensure that my pc is never again subjected to the indignity of an email from this lowlife.