Agreed, and in two words...Michelle Obama! Arrogant c#%t! Cheers Mark El Presidente Wisconsin Whites Leeds United Chicago Fire
> From: [email protected] > To say that our friend Mr Huhne has made one or two crass errors of judgment > over recent months is clearly something which cannot be understated; but it > should equally be noted that there was a witless inevitability to his asinine > progress that could have been anticipated by anyone who had been even dimly > aware of his existence over the last three decades. > > You see – it is never sensible to trust a man, particularly one who seeks > public office, who has what is patently such a fucking awful taste in women. > > Witness the Inglorious Tony – hamstrung in each and every foray on to the > public stage not only by his simpering, sycophantic demeanor, but also by > having to drag that capaciously-mawed gorgon around with him; teetering and > gawping across the political landscape wearing make up applied by an artless > ten year old that did nothing to diffuse or disguise the angular dysfunction > of a face roughly hacked out of tofu with a blunt knife. Jesus. How he ever > sat easily at the top table of the world’s leaders with that thing slumped at > his side is beyond comprehension. > > Huhne, clearly, has ventured that nothing can be quite so repulsive as what > has gone before but, as you might now reasonably expect of him, this has been > a grave miscalculation. The Pryce creature, to be fair, had a 50/50 chance of > being irredeemably grim due to her Greek heritage. She was either going to be > an aureate, slender goddess, all flawless brunette colouring with shimmering > dark highlights and skin with the flocculent lushness of a peach, or she was > going to look like a bloke. Unfortunately, genetics set her helplessly adrift > down this second path of duplicitous manliness, then slapped her arse to > send her on the way with particularly malevolent mutations that left us with > something akin to Ronnie Barker wearing a shit ginger wig. With, one would > imagine, the texture of pigskin indecorously fingered and poked through dusty > hessian cloth. > > Huhne, however, saw the light – unlikely though that might have been with > most of his horizons obscured by the hulking mass of animate Stygian gloom to > which he found himself fettered. He chose to seek succor elsewhere, and took > up fornicative cudgels with the piquantly named Carina Trimingham. The very > name evokes pert simplicity – archetypal Country Life cover material - and > you’d have thought that she would have been serviceably attractive as a > result, if a little unadventurous, bordering on the plain side of things but > ultimately scrubbing up nicely if enough of mummy and daddy’s cash was thrown > at it, err, her. > > What you wouldn’t expect is some sort of cartoon character with a head the > shape of a jelly bean, or – if you’re either five years old or own a child of > a proximate age – like Igglepiggle from In The Night Garden. Trimingham has > the unfortunate knack of looking like someone different in every photo taken > of her; the sickener for her, and possible for Huhne too, is that none of her > doppelgangers are flattering in any way, shape, manner or form. Chris Barrie > - or Rimmer - from Red Dwarf; Ryan Miller – goaltender for the Buffalo Sabres > of the NHL (I shit you not); even her hair “style” is seemingly based on > either Jack Douglas from the Carry On films or someone deep in the lineage of > the Plantagenet kings at the turn of the first millennium. Stylishly and > expensively coiffeured it is not, unless it’s one of those fucking > extortionate Emma Bridgewater pudding basins that’s been used to achieve the > desired effect… > > She also appears to be joyless, lacking any appreciable curves, dowdy and > have a penchant for crew-neck dresses that make her look like a nun throwing > caution to the wind in particularly conservative (small “c’”) style on the > one-day-out-of-the-convent-per-year trip to Waitrose or something equally > tedious. > > So there you are. Huhne’s judgement is beyond either hope or repair. He’s > fucked up grandly not once, but twice, and I don’t suppose that his selection > criteria are going to get any more discerning in the short term, as a few > weeks having the attentions of Brian The Fister from e-wing as your best > option for a spot of carnal delight is hardly going to see you raising your > standards to thus far neglected heights when seeking comfort and redress on > restoration to your usual sphere of endeavours following your release… > > _______________________________________________ > Leedslist mailing list > Info and options: http://mailman.greennet.org.uk/mailman/listinfo/leedslist > To unsubscribe, email [email protected] > > MARCHING ON TOGETHER _______________________________________________ Leedslist mailing list Info and options: http://mailman.greennet.org.uk/mailman/listinfo/leedslist To unsubscribe, email [email protected] MARCHING ON TOGETHER
