* Much head shaking and cant about gang culture has hit the airwaves here in all aboard england. We can tell the baby-boomers in the government have lost it, how so you ask, as soon as you hear the phrase "ordinary decent hardworking people of britain' you know the seams of the kings invisible garments are coming apart. If I was a tory, which I ain't, now's the time for going in with a big stick.
Here in england we have a valueless society, it's worth f*ck all and it has no set of values thanks to the politically correct assholes. Its just a morass of drifting meaningless pseudo-values represented phrases such as 'multicultural', inclusive', 'tolerance' over seen by the thought police. Tony baloney blair and his idiot confederates have speeded us along, valueless GCSE's, valueless A'levels, and a fair smattering of valueless Degrees.
Some poor liberal councillor who suggested that as well as 1 and 2 bedroom flats that they should build 3 and 4 bedroom homes for families was accused of heterosexism by the thought police!! This suggestion apparently is not 'inclusive'!! Come-on.
Some mindless committee on BBC parliament spent hours quizzing the Press complaint committee about the press using the phrase 'illegal asylum seeker' the use of which they thought could damage community relations.
I wouldn't be surprised if one of Blair's legacies is a BNP MP.
Never has so much pratting about by a government ended up so laughably.

* I must admit I'm getting bored with berating the idiocies of SS Great Britain its so obvious were doomed its not worth saying. I was feeling very depressed a while back when a so called friend suggested I read 'The Mayor of Casterbridge', lets face it that's not a winning title is it? sounds like some father with three daughters and errant son. My friend assured me the title was misleading, 'That'll cheer you up' she said, and kindly lent me a copy.
Bloody hell, I could have hung myself. Do not read this book when depressed probably the mania phase of manic depression would be best.
This book starts on a low, jumps to a high then slowly descends to the bottom of the pit. Thomas Hardy must have been a barrel of laughs to be around. He sure knows how to f*** over the main character in his book. The idiosyncrasies of character meets the contingencies of life. The feeble flame he ends with is that some poor sod remembered a good deed the ex-mayor once did. But beware, once started into, this tale gets a real grip as unfortunately it is extremely well written.
If you are thinking of committing suicide and are just looking for the final push, this is the book for you.