Me me me

My heart attack is about Brexit. Or Brexit is like my heart attack.

Or, summat.

13 thoughts on “Me me me”

  1. You can’t argue with a fantasy which is what the “Europe” and “Europeans” that live in his head are.

    If he scratched his arse in “Europe” it would be a magical connection with his philosopher king brethren. Scratch his arse here and its squalid and degrading.

    The EU is going down the shitter of history. “Europe” will live for ever.

  2. “The compulsion to turn even my own medical emergency into a political analogy flagged a lifestyle habit in need of healthy adaptation”- he actually wrote this and then carried on analagising.

  3. It will hurt on Friday night when EU membership ends, but not as much as it hurts when a blocked artery cuts off blood to the left ventricle.

    😀

    He really should be writing Polly Filla columns for Private Eye, this is gold.

    That sensitivity does not include deference to asinine Tory MPs licking their lips and commemorative stamps with triumphant relish.

    What an image! It really sneaks up behind you, covers your eyes, and lasciviously whispers “Guess who?” in exactly the same way that leopards don’t.

    Mark Francois, says he will stay up all night to “watch the sun rise on a free country”. Neither he nor any of his co-fetishists has satisfactorily explained what, in practice, they will be free to do on Saturday that is forbidden today.

    “Dear Diary, it’s only 2 days till Brexmas and Mark Francois STILL refuses to tell me what the enormous Wicker Remainer is for…”

    We had facts on our side, certain ours was the rational position. The failure to change minds just seemed to prove that rationality itself was in peril. Donald Trump marauding from the White House supported that hypothesis.

    “Why didn’t those bigoted morons agree that unlimited migration and unending rule by unaccountable self-declared ‘experts’ who hate them was the Right Side of History?”, Part XLVICC

  4. “Mark Francois, says he will stay up all night to “watch the sun rise on a free country”

    He won’t need to stay up all night. Sunrise in London on Friday will be about 0735, although it is expected to rain.

  5. I do wonder what this guy is going to do to fill his time when Brexit becomes a fait accompli? He is the modern day equivalent Uriah Heep. Arguably not as offensive as an Owen Jones or the myriad female columnists that provide Timmy with so much great stuff but bloody annoying in his own right….

  6. The twat goes running. Serves him right. At his age he should spend his autumn weekends strolling across stubble with a shotgun. Or festering by a river with a rod. Or wearing ludicrous clothes and swiping at a golf ball. Or, if he has the balls for it, riding to hounds.

  7. I do wonder what this guy is going to do to fill his time when Brexit becomes a fait accompli?

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  8. Hilarious. Who wouldn’t guffaw and the psychosomatic traumas of these hysterical narcissists?

    That sensitivity does not include deference to asinine Tory MPs licking their lips and commemorative stamps with triumphant relish.

    I like the idea of Brexit Triumphant Relish….

  9. One thing he seems to have illuminated, even if he doesn’t recognize it, is that “we are so annoying and condescending that the people decided to vote for whatever we were against”.

  10. In fairness to him, it’s a damn sight more sentient than anything Newmania writes on here (at least on the subject of Brexit). I can’t remember what the stages are, but is that broadly “heading towards acceptance”? DM – Exactly!

  11. @ dearieme
    I know guys thirty years older than he who still go running – but they are both sane and fit, unlike him, so it does them no harm. His stupidity is the cause of his heart attack – the clogged artery is a consequence of years, probably decades, of unhealthy living leading to a build-up of fat from his diet in excess of that consumed by exercise; the sudden burst of exercise without the gradual build-up, recommended by all trainers, which would have strengthened the heart and other muscles, demanded an excessive expansion and contraction that triggered the fat-laden walls of the artery colliding and sticking [OK that’s illustrative rather than technical language].
    The problem is not 45-year-olds running – it’s Grauniad writers being idiots.

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