Did I mention the Comedians...
Sep. 6th, 2019 10:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
johnny9fingersSo it now appears our redoubtable PM called both his younger brother Joe, and David Cameron "Girly Swots" as if they were a brace of fotherington-tomases, and our Bojo was the terror of IIb. Bojo hav turned into Grabber Maj. (Winner of the mrs Joyful prize for raffia work etc.) but who think he is as cool as Molesworth. Let me disabuse him, ahem.
Girly swots get the firsts, old thing. Girly swots sweat their briefs and understand them (ooer, Matron; that could be misconstrued). Girly swots, even when they get caught like a rabbit in the headlights, stammering meaningless syllables, can recollect themselves, take a deep breath and croak on, trying to make sense and impart it too; rather than hope meaning can be extracted from the word cloud that issues from an unedited stream-of-consciousness, replete with the remnants of a classical education with which to adorn the nonsense, obvs.
You see Boris still has horsepower in that brain of his; but in life, learning and intelligence respond best to regular structured exercise. And the great offices of state need diligent folk rather than amusing mavericks, as for all that many folk have vaunting ambition, few of them are actually up to those particular jobs.
The odd thing is that Boris never loses his capacity to surprise us, and right now the most surprising thing would be for him to find a good way out of this pickle for us, and maybe even himself.
Never say never; but I reckon it would need a chap more diligent than Boris and with more than second helpings of good luck as well.
Let's see if Boris can prevail where the Girly Swots failed.
I'm going to form a new band called the Girly Swots. It will be ver rocknroll, as any fule kno. (Full drag or not, that is the question? Or is that like cultural appropriation unless I'm prepared to live like that? I'd like to cite Rock 'n' Roll tradition here, because there is a crossover; but at the same time I don't want folk thinking I'm mocking the wrong target.)
We are the Girly Swots... but do we really have to let "Dagenham" Dave Cameron into the band? I mean being fellated by a dead pig is pretty Rock 'n' Roll, even if he didn't get to join the Piers Gaveston club; but he can't play guitar for toffee, and even though he didn't peach on other folk, it's pretty damn obvious he didn't smoke enough weed himself.
The thing about the Gaveston club is they've all done the dick-in-a-dead-pig's-mouth thing. IIRC Hugh Grant was a member.
Girly swots get the firsts, old thing. Girly swots sweat their briefs and understand them (ooer, Matron; that could be misconstrued). Girly swots, even when they get caught like a rabbit in the headlights, stammering meaningless syllables, can recollect themselves, take a deep breath and croak on, trying to make sense and impart it too; rather than hope meaning can be extracted from the word cloud that issues from an unedited stream-of-consciousness, replete with the remnants of a classical education with which to adorn the nonsense, obvs.
You see Boris still has horsepower in that brain of his; but in life, learning and intelligence respond best to regular structured exercise. And the great offices of state need diligent folk rather than amusing mavericks, as for all that many folk have vaunting ambition, few of them are actually up to those particular jobs.
The odd thing is that Boris never loses his capacity to surprise us, and right now the most surprising thing would be for him to find a good way out of this pickle for us, and maybe even himself.
Never say never; but I reckon it would need a chap more diligent than Boris and with more than second helpings of good luck as well.
Let's see if Boris can prevail where the Girly Swots failed.
I'm going to form a new band called the Girly Swots. It will be ver rocknroll, as any fule kno. (Full drag or not, that is the question? Or is that like cultural appropriation unless I'm prepared to live like that? I'd like to cite Rock 'n' Roll tradition here, because there is a crossover; but at the same time I don't want folk thinking I'm mocking the wrong target.)
We are the Girly Swots... but do we really have to let "Dagenham" Dave Cameron into the band? I mean being fellated by a dead pig is pretty Rock 'n' Roll, even if he didn't get to join the Piers Gaveston club; but he can't play guitar for toffee, and even though he didn't peach on other folk, it's pretty damn obvious he didn't smoke enough weed himself.
The thing about the Gaveston club is they've all done the dick-in-a-dead-pig's-mouth thing. IIRC Hugh Grant was a member.
