Twat

It will come as no surprise that what is on my mind today is that giant knob from Washington and the interview he gave to the Sun, praising all things Boris and sticking the knife in wherever else he could. It’s not that I dont know what a humongous turd he is, but it turns out he can still make my blood boil. I hope the Queen throws a cup of scalding tea into his face. Not that she will, of course, but it’s fun to imagine.

As is News Thump’s version of what she will be wearing to tea this afternoon. (Seriously, do click on the link for an explanation of Her Majesty’s coded wardrobe message.)

For some reason (go figure) I am reminded of an old Monty Python routine. They’re sitting in a gentlemen’s club, reading the newspapers. One of them says, “I say, according to this Nixon’s had an asshole transplant.” One of the others replies, “Have you seen the Stop Press? The asshole’s rejected him.”

Even though I’ve used this before, I’m going to leave it to Robert DeNiro to express how I’m feeling today.