Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Patronising The Peasants

I was right, and my beloved was less than impressed. Sarah Ferguson, Duchess because she married a Saxe-Coburg-Gotha, flounced into Wythenshawe and made herself look a right pillock to anybody who didn't grow up in an ivory tower with a silver spoon up their jacksy! How's that for mixing metaphors?

She and her PR lackeys no doubt, decided to make her look like the next drooling 'queen of hearts' by heading to a big council estate to open a community centre. That it was it really but she kept whining on about biting off more than she could chew. Get a life you sad old bag. In the midst of this social and economic desert she finds a bastion of morality to appoint as her right hand woman, enter fat ugly bird who can't get a CRB check because, on behalf of her spoilt little brats, she smacked another mother about after pulling half her hair out.

But the saintly Fergie forgave her and made her head honcho. Just hope Fergie pisses her off in the next episode and receives a good slap herself. No wonder the people of Wythenshawe are pissed off with it all.

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