Condoleeza Rice And Jack Straw Visiting This Old Brit's Hometown On Friday...
This Friday, 31st March 2006, should live in all decent, Liverpudlian scouser's memories for many years yet to come -- as a date they'd rather never be reminded of.
And before we go any further, we'd like to make it perfectly plain than no apologies for any amount of spelling errors which may be found in today's post, will be forthcoming. The fact is that the most glaringly obvious ones at least, are entirely intentional.
Now to today's local and national level news of two spews in the news.
Our lovely home city of Liverpool is set to be landed with what's possibly one of the most pathetic pair of pathological lying prats, imaginable. In our old eyes, at any rate.
Thanks to Tony-the liar-Blair's fanatically faithful follower, Jack-the whore-Straw -- his mad 'Murhkan mate Condom-eater Rice and his sold-out, two faced self are forcing themselves on our fair city, on Friday.
And oooh, woe! Woe, be we.
Wait a minute -- why should we suddenly break the habit of a lifetime by becoming mild mannered now? Understatements are NOT us -- and never have been -- as regular readers already realise.
So please now read our previously pronounced 'woe' -- as a great big, WWXX sized double 'woe' -- at the very least.
Seriously though, we truly do have to wonder what the hell it is these twin-twits hope to find here on Merseyside. A warm welcome? Well, we'll just have to wait and see, eh?
Since from what's already seeped out via MSM, things are certainly not going entirely to plan.
Aaawrh! What a pity, eh?
Yeah, and we don't think.
Right. Rambling preamble ends rather abruptly, right here.
Now, read on -- and revel in the level of the 'Kiss my ass, Condi' sentiment so far sent out by some of our sweet city's sincerest celebrities.
When we natives of these parts say something about " .... not even if you paid me ..." -- we really mean it. And you'd better believe it, baby -- for you're about to find out
So be sure to say thanks to BLAIRWATCH as you head over there for the full Monty, low down on Condi and her equally cretinous compatriot's fast approaching arrival, right here in Liverpool.
Ironically, the wicked witch of the west is set to land at the airport named in honour of that great anti-war, home born son of our fair city, and later adopted son of the US. We speak of course of the late ( and great), John Lennon.