The almost Lord Protector speaks
I'm not in the habit of reading the Mirror, as one left wing newspaper / website per day is enough to keep my blood pressure up to scratch, but it carries a beautifully stage managed interview wherein we 'see the real Gordon'. Uh-huh.
Choosing a sandwich bar where he orders a cup of tea and a bacon sandwich is pretty rich, but it gets better, "away from the spotlight he is warm, relaxed and punctuates his conversation with hearty laughs".
His TV viewing sounds carefully choreographed, "And what does Gordon switch to if he can grab the remote? "Football, rugby, athletics or tennis. And I quite like some of the crime programmes... Law And Order and The Bill."I saw a bit of the Apprentice and like Sir Alan Sugar very much. He's been a good friend to me and he's encouraged young people to be far more entrepreneurial."I liked Dragons' Den with Duncan Bannatyne and thought Britain's Got Talent was interesting because of its idea that you've got talent so let's help discover it and develop it. It's a good principle." Not quite as comical as the Arctic Monkeys nonsense of last year, but still quite rich.
And the obligatory football reference: "Going home also gives him the chance to watch the local football team he has supported since his boyhood in Kirkcaldy. "I've already got the Raith Rovers fixtures list for the start of the new season," he smiles".
And a special one for the C2/D/Es - his evening meal is called 'tea': "Having a fearsome work schedule means Gordon often has to rely on takeaway food. He says: "I'd be lucky if I got home for tea, because I'm usually working later than that. Funny (sic) enough I was working in the Treasury the other night and ordered in a Chinese lemon chicken." Erm, that rates as a 'funnily enough'? I'd hate to be stuck in a lift with him.
Choosing a sandwich bar where he orders a cup of tea and a bacon sandwich is pretty rich, but it gets better, "away from the spotlight he is warm, relaxed and punctuates his conversation with hearty laughs".
His TV viewing sounds carefully choreographed, "And what does Gordon switch to if he can grab the remote? "Football, rugby, athletics or tennis. And I quite like some of the crime programmes... Law And Order and The Bill."I saw a bit of the Apprentice and like Sir Alan Sugar very much. He's been a good friend to me and he's encouraged young people to be far more entrepreneurial."I liked Dragons' Den with Duncan Bannatyne and thought Britain's Got Talent was interesting because of its idea that you've got talent so let's help discover it and develop it. It's a good principle." Not quite as comical as the Arctic Monkeys nonsense of last year, but still quite rich.
And the obligatory football reference: "Going home also gives him the chance to watch the local football team he has supported since his boyhood in Kirkcaldy. "I've already got the Raith Rovers fixtures list for the start of the new season," he smiles".
And a special one for the C2/D/Es - his evening meal is called 'tea': "Having a fearsome work schedule means Gordon often has to rely on takeaway food. He says: "I'd be lucky if I got home for tea, because I'm usually working later than that. Funny (sic) enough I was working in the Treasury the other night and ordered in a Chinese lemon chicken." Erm, that rates as a 'funnily enough'? I'd hate to be stuck in a lift with him.
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That must go down as the worst "funnily enough" I have ever heard.
Indeed. I bet Mrs Broon and the mini-Broons hang on his every anecdote if they are all as good as that one.
I don't think Brown is playing with a full deck. Funny (sic) enough, I'm just having a cup of tea as I write this. One for the books, or what!!!
Funny enough, I just went downstairs for a banana!!!!! Top that!!!!
Funnier still, some folk posted on my blog, and I read what they had written.
I get scared when Gordon laughs. I am sure his laugh face is similar to his orgasm face. And frankly I wish to see neither.
Funny enough, a cat, who lives here, just walked in the door and sat down and started washing herself. Whoaaaah! Is this a bizarre day, or what?
Now why didn't I think of that!!? Three cheers for Gordon; my what-to-have-for-dinner-problem has just been solved. Now, where's my handphone?
If the sulking pansy really does enjoy a normal married life , why cant his wife have something ready for him when he gets home?
It isnt hard to have something decent cooked and ready to be reheated , vegatables cooked in 20 minutes tops.
I think they actauly live seperate lives and their only intimate contact is when ed balls pops around to sarahs with a full turkey baster
This dishevelled closet queen goes into his local chinese take away and says "Id like "prawn balls"
Chinese chap says
"From way you walk in Id say you all leady have them"
The Hitch - I hate to rain on your parade, but the point the unelected prime minister was making was, he was working late at the Treasury. And funny enough, he thought, "I'll have lemon chicken takeway." They'll be telling that story in the corridors of the Exchequer for years to come!!!
Funnily enough, millions of people have to work late to pay his bloody taxes!
Funnily enough I thought I'd come and check how this thread was getting on. Just by sheer luck some other people have commented. You won't believe this but it's started raining here. Without giving too much away I'm probably going to have an early one tonight.
Getting the dinner ready (which for straightforward cooking can be done at any time during the day for almost everything), I was thinking this over and it's absolutely true - a well-run household is no more work than a badly run house, so either he has a home to go to and his meal will be ready within half an hour of arriving home, or he hasn't got a proper wife, and a properly ordered life.
Eating takeaway in the office - disgusting.
Funny enough, Prague Tory, we've got bright sunshine here. It is not raining!
Rain? The chance would be a fine thing. Here it is 40 degrees plus everyday.
As for Gordo, he's a total fruitcake. A basket case. Blair, while impaired by galloping egomania and a pathological inability to tell the truth, is almost a model of sanity when compared to GB.
An Unnamed Downing St. commented to "the Times" last week:
"I actually think Gordon Brown will go mad. He will be the first Prime Minister to be carried out of Number 10 by the men in white coats".
I tend to agree. In his general shiftiness,patent unease, secretiveness and general unhingedness, GB always reminds of the late Richard Nixon.
funnily enough I made lemon chicken for mts CU and myself tonight. My what a coincidence.
Shall I send in a picture too?
Yes, 40 here too, Stamboul Tory and relentless sunshine.
Interesting, your comment about Brown. (I almost wrote "funny enough, your comment ...") But now you point it out, there are indeed similarities between Nixon and Brown. I think Nixon was far, far more intelligent than Broon. And more confident as a person. (He had, after all, married at the normal age for marriage). It was only after Watergate that he began to unravel, although he did have some Brownesqe tendencies before that.
I do think he is stark, staring bonkers and it is not impossible that he will come apart while he is in office. I hope so, anyway. We could do with a laugh after all this.
Blair is also insane, but hides it better. (Although not if you look at his face in repose, when he is not acting out an expression; he looks consumed with evil.) What a very strange confluence of events. Two complete crackpots in a row.
And who is to kick a ball into this open goal?
Dave.
Who has a wind turbine on his roof, doubtless to power the windmills of his mind, and has placed "man made climate change" at the top of his agenda. Man made climate change already has a stale air about it. The idea is fizzling out. Bye bye Al Bore.
We need a complete revamp to save our Constitution, and to save our ancient country from Europe, and Dave is worried about getting more women, gays and minorities to stand for Parliament and tackling "man made" climate change.
In other words, Dave is as busy a little social engineer as the people down at the local council who have notices printed in Bangladeshi.
You are lucky you are living in Turkey, and I am lucky I am living in Mexico.
I would like to see a close up of Broon's nails - they seem to be a near infallible indicator of quite how damaged his mental state is. I have been saying since long before I started this that he is a prime candidate for what is loosely called a nervous breakdown. Or perhaps worse.
While I have no good wishes for the man, his children are blameless.
Oh, so we should let this bizarre, abnormal individual give away our ancient country because his children are blameless?
Not. They'll get over it. I am not about to throw myself and my family and my family's ancient history on these isles because Gordon Brown has children. Rather than sacrifice 58m ethnic Brits (I don't include the 2m or whatever non-British and therefore non-stakeholders in our country Labour has let seep through), I would sacrifice Gordon Brown's two children. I don't apologise. All our millions of little British children are also blameless in the giveaway of their country.
I don't care about these two kids. Let him move to Barbados or something. Who cares? (Of course, Barbados may feel sternly that it doesn't want garbage swilling in. OK, then, let him move to a European country with them. Free medical.)
Ed said... 3:52 PM
Funnily enough, millions of people have to work late to pay his bloody taxes!
Funny enough, some people go without a take away because they can't afford it because they're too busy working late to pay for his!
Funny enough, I have just watched the Robinson/Broon interview (puff, puff, puff - where is the Fat Controller when you need him?)and even more funny my Weetabix has just been regurgitated. Perhaps this global warming and all the oestrogen in the reservoir water is turning me into a penguin.
And for those interested, it is 39*C here and persisting down with rain. What a funny old world! Now I must go shopping - oh happy day....
Nomad - well, it's over a hundred here and no rain, no rain, no rain. I've got a headache.
Verity: 39*C = a little over 102*F, quite usual for this time of the year at this altitude in this neck of the woods.
Oops - I've just dropped my biscuit. My Broonometer measures that as NOT FUNNY!!!
Could people in south London put some money in the meter so it stops raining on the tennis?
HG - But Wimbledon rain is traditional.
Nomad - Funny (sic) enough, when I read that sentence that you had dropped your biscuit, I was just eating a biscuit myself!! Looks like it's going to be another crazy day!
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