Saturday, 12 May 2012

Toast, and a game of Consequences


NICK - MET - DAVE - IN A ROSE GARDEN

I had already decided to make ‘toast’ a theme of this blog, but as in ‘the LibDems are toast’ or ‘Camoron is toast’, rather than our PM actually looking like toast ('spray tan' pic below). Will none of his homies tell him – enuf of da fake bake blud? LOL.

While this may seem a little flippant in strange and scary times, Cameraman’s fake bake is a metaphor for a government that looks and sounds healthy and virile, but is in fact inarticulate, pale, etiolated, washed out.


Just two years into the marriage of minds and financial/political self-interest we saw celebrated among the roses, the supposedly well-matched couple were struggling to bend their wills to the other’s demands, but while they were so co-dependent, the relationship blossomed.

AND THEY FELL IN LOVE
He said: ‘I will retain my political independence’
He said: ‘I will retain my political independence’



However the constant interference and misdoings of a third party meant their partnership was ill-fated. ‘We’re not just a bunch of accountants’ they said. Not even what??

THEN, A NEW MAN CAME ON THE SCENE AND MESSED WITH THEIR MINDS, AND THE ECONOMY (for those who don't recognise him, this piccy is of Georgie boy Osborne)



’Government is about action, not excuses’

On May 4th they thought they would be celebrating a great victory and public affirmation of ‘difficult decisions in difficult times’...








... but instead they are clinging onto an iceberg



AND THE CONSEQUENCE WAS, THEY FELL OUT OF LIKE


‘I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden’

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200 years ago yesterday, my 3x great grandfather PM Spencer Perceval was assassinated in the Houses of Parliament. So, a timely reminder after an extraordinary week to keep up with the casework and remember it’s the voters who vote for you, and who can despatch you at the polling booth – or elsewhere if they choose.