The winging farmers – oops sorry – the sturdy yeomen of Somerset are complaining that Cameron has not visited in their hour of need. I have therefore decided to grab the bull by the horns – so to speak – – and tour Much Fuckwit under marsh and other areas of sopping setaside land this week bringing a cheery message:
NO MONEY FOR DREDGING- WE’RE SPENDING IT ON DOUBLE DOLE However in such special circumstances we are prepared to take a lenient view of assisted suicide. The Rev. Jim Jones is on his way.
Our agricultural spokesperson the Rt. Hon Al Rottweiler will be in attendance in case of fisticuffs or other unpleasantness from the farming fuckwits and Captain Swing Ometer will be protecting our flanks.