The wedding gets ever closer. Hordes of sickly sweet females like Sophie Raworth and Fiona Bruce all smiling drearily droolily.. keep coming on our TV screens at every break, telling us about the approaching "do" and that we must watch it with them. There is going to be the prologue from the mall, from beside the mall, from the church..then the actual events in minute detail..and the dress...oooh the excitement of the dress. meanwhile around the country every Mr and Mrs Bloggs will be holding street parties.
But at the event itself, as the cameras whirl over and around the guests, Conservatives en masse, and dodgy foreign dictators who like nothing more than blasting away at their disgruntled demonstrating citizens among them..there wont be a Labour PM in sight.
Well its an outrage. Think of all the extra coverage the Conservatives will be getting and with an election coming too. I shall have to consult Sue Nicholas on the rules of Purdah!
News has reached me the the Labour group had even offered to forego the faggots mash and gravy and had offered to try the roast pheasant even though they havent as yet acquired a taste for roast pheasant ooop in Barnsley and Doncaster. One Labourite was livid... telling me that they had even offered to leave their whippets and ferrets at home..well you cant say fairer than that. Its an outrage so it is.
