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In the papers this morning: 'Police closing in on Ian Holloway.' Sorry, it's 'Palace closing in on Ian Holloway.'
Lives the man that can figure a naked Duke of Windlestraw addressing a naked House of Lords?
Doncaster will hit Villa with fire and broomstick.
Or Nick Park," I say craftily. "You know? The Wallace and Gromit man?" "Ah!" says Tarkie, perking up. "The Wrong Trousers. Now, that was a jolly good film.
Can you suggest any suitable aspersions to spread abroad about Mrs. Thatcher? It is idle to suggest she has unnatural relations with Mrs. Barbara Castle; what is needed is something socially lower: that she eats asparagus with knife and fork, or serves instant mash potatoes.
Jonathon Matthew Pulmer you are not the boss of me. Now go prance your butt into your car and stop acting like King Henry VIII. The world does not revolve around you." -Kylie
I am shocked and slightly perturbed by his exuberance and quick wit. Knock Knock Channel 4
Shite and onions!
He was a tubby little chap who looked as if he had been poured into his clothes and forgotten to say 'when'!
Nigel Barton:Everyone says 'Up at Oxford'. You come 'down' when you've finished there.
Harry Barton: Well, what's this then? Does bloody Oxford move up and down the bloody map then?
In his youth Michael Owen was literally a greyhound.
If there is a better singer in England than Craig David, then I am Margaret Thatcher.
The squealing little arse-gerbil.
I shall call him Tufty.
There are two things that really get under Gary Neville's skin: scousers and policemen.
Maybe Ian doesn't come from london at all, but from Idaho. And not the potato part of Idaho, but the crazy, inbred parents locking their children up in a cabin, away from schooling and vitamins, guarding 'em safe with a twelve-gauge shotgun, part of Idaho.
An interesting man. He was a last minute replacement as Bush's running mate, when the original candidate managed to say "Thy Kingdom Cunt" at a prayer breakfast.
New Labour leader Ed Miliband announces plan to 'make this party slightly less unelectable by 2015'. He added: 'I am Ed, the Almighty One.'
Defeated brother David Miliband overheard muttering: 'Now I know how Wayne Christ felt after little Jesus came along.
He has got the slows, Mr. Blair.
We'll do it,' said Will Scott comfortably, shouting over the tumult. 'If it's no more than an hour, we'll do it.'
'Christ, I believe you're sorry, you flaming maniac,' said Lymond. 'Don't I keep telling you that this is bloody childishness, and don't you keep agreeing?
I'm running out of words to describe this lad.
Liam, shut up. I'm trying to do an interview
Let's just say I haven't been keeping up the Gary Barlow persona; I've let loose.
I think Antony Worrall Thompson is dreadful, just repulsive.
Polly put the kettle on, we'll all have tea.
I had him in my cab once.
Who? Neville asked
Rupert Brooke. He was good, him. "There's some corner of a foreign field/ That is forever England".
That would be the bit with my nose under it; just fucking drive, will you?
I feel more Scottish than Norman.
Watching the Commons tribute to Margaret Thatcher was like being suffocated inside a gigantic sticky toffee pudding, but one with nasty bogeys planted inside. There was much of the 'Margaret Thatcher who was lucky enough to know me,' especially from her own side of the House.
Noel [Charles, husband] and I love cooking. He does his cooking and I do mine. I'm the traditional English cook, with a twist now and then. Because I was married to an Italian, I'm also pretty good at Italian food. Noel, he can cook anything, so can Julian.
The sort of lad I am looking for is a kid who will nutmeg Kevin Keegan in training, then step aside him in the corridor
I understand why the Tories will be gunning for Alastair Campbell because they fear his campaigning skills.
I'd like to have seen Tony Morley left on as a down-and-out winger.
He hams his Brummie accent, I tell myself, the way so many ex-pats ham their lost identity. The moustache is a pose. Yet, he hams this unpredictable matey belligerence, this curiously Midlands attitude. Colin is home away from home, I reflect, even if not the home you ever really liked.
The most annoying person on the BBC is Russell Brand, I've actually been close up to that boy. He smells like when you mix garlic with coffee and alcohol. I'm just saying when you get close to him, he could do with a bit of Sure For Men, he stinks.
Gareth Jellyman has just been dismissed, I think he's thrown a
wobbler
David Cameron has a different style to Gordon Brown.
The last great Englishman is low.
Basil Stag Hare tut-tutted severely as he remarked to Ambrose Spike, 'Tch, tch. Dreadful table manners. Just look at those three wallahs, kicking up a hullaballoo like that! Eating's a serious business.
But since he stood for England And knew what England means, Unless you give him bacon You must not give him beans.
Gordon Ramsay grew up in a tourist town, Stratford-Upon-Avon, but in a part tourists don't visit - a council estate: a concrete bunker subsidized by the local government, synonymous with deprivation and blight.
Now, many of us in the Labour Party are conservationists - and we all love the red squirrel. But there is one ginger rodent which we never want to see again - Danny Alexander.
Stephen Fry is a master exponent of the English tongue. Some people might think that he is the most irritating man in Britain, but my wife and I love him all the same.
I just want him to shut up and stop talking like this. I just want him to get up and follow me out of here. I just want to be back at Watford in our room, knowing he's there, and that he isn't hurting anyone, and no one is hurting him.
I welcome him like I welcome cold sores. He's from England, he's angry and he's got Mad Power Disease.
been used to look in Hertfordshire - paid his
Donald - ruler Donovan
Tony Blair has always said he will be judged by history. Now Alastair Campbell is history we await his judgment.
Whereas Jeremy is just the opposite: always moving because he's never really thinking of anything and the kind of guy you'd worry inviting to a dinner party because he says what he thinks. He can be insulting at times but doesn't mean to be.
Sir Oliver - that knows more of law than honesty - I
Mum, Dad, Fergus... this is Skulduggery Pleasant
I, as you may know, am no stranger to the organic courgette, but I still cannot work out who these gay footballers are.
Cunt and Kant and a happy home
Professor Branestawm
If something is not right we give out about it. He is almost a Yorkshireman with a Portuguese accent.
Bollocks! Bollocks, bollocks.
I don't normally take to Yorkshiremen.
Someone once claimed I was not really a Yorkshireman!
What the bloody hell are you, Ms. Lane?
GLOUCESTER: I do not know that Englishman alive With whom my soul is any jot at odds, More than the infant that is born to-night: I thank my God for my humility.
One thing we've learned is that there's not anything that Nigel Farage won't blame on foreigners.
God, he's such a cocky, arrogant bastard at times.
And I totally fancy him.
No I don't.
Yes, I do.
No. I. Don't.
Ah fuck.
Where is he? Bridgerton!" he bellowed.
Three chestnut heads swiveled in his direction. Simon stomped across the grass, murder in his eyes.
"I meant the idiot Bridgerton."
"That, I believe," Anthony said mildly, tilting his chin toward Colin, "would refer to you.
Turd-eating son of a flying tortoise
You don't want to make an enemy of Piers Morgan.
What's the difference between the Lib-Dems and a supermarket trolley? A supermarket trolley has a mind of its own,
Gareth Jellyman of Mansfield Town has been sent off, hope he doesn't throw a wobbly!
ken whit tae dae wi' it.
a chap who's supposed to stop chaps pinching things from chaps having a chap come along and pinch something from him.
Carry on, Simon.
Monty Python: A documentary series on everyday life in Great Britain.
Niall Quinn is a creep. The man's an idiot, a Mother Theresa.
Mother's tits, Rhys,
The stiff-backed prig, with his dandified airs and West End swagger.
The man who walks with Henslow.
Until today I had made no public comment about Jeremy's [Corbyn] ability to lead our party, but the fact that he failed to intervene is final proof for me that he is unfit to lead, and that a Labour Party under his stewardship cannot be a safe space for British Jews.
I, of course, took the opportunity to interpose with pigheaded Wallace pride, 'I am not English, you ignorant Jerry bastard, I am a SCOT.
Sir Hugh Greene is the man I hold most responsible for the state of our country today. For 11 years hardly a week went by without a sniping reference to me. And he gave access to anyone who was prepared to say anything morally subversive.
Good ale, the true and proper drink of Englishmen. He is not deserving of the name of Englishman who speaketh against ale, that is good ale.
It's not a British attitude to dedicate yourself to such an extent as he [Wilkinson] does ... He is such a dedicated so-and-so who only thinks about booting it over the posts
Steve Coogan does something for me. He is so naughty, but I quite fancy him.
He's British. He's addicted to waving his long stick around. He has a superb sweater collection.
The Tories, every election, must have a bogy man. If you haven't got a programme, a bogy man will do.
He is brilliant - to the top of his boots.
I won't have you electioneering on my doorstep. Every time you get in trouble in Parliament you run over here with your shirttail hanging out.
I don't need Simon Bloody Cowell making me look like a right tit on the telly.
RICHARD, DUKE OF GLOUCESTER:
I am too childish-foolish for this world.
Gerry?' Laurel had to strain to hear thought the noise on the other end of the line. 'Gerry? Where are you?'
'London. A phone booth on Fleet Street.'
'The city still has working phone booths?'
'It would appear so. Unless this is the Tardis, in which case I'm in serious trouble.
Dahling, when God put teeth in your mouth, he ruined a perfectly good arsehole.
I have come to the conclusion that Tony Blair has finally gone mad ... he made assertions that are so jaw-droppingly and breathtakingly at variance with reality that he surely needs professional psychiatric help.
Uncle Monty tell
He ... " Richard began. "The marquis. Well, you know, to be honest, he seems a little bit dodgy to me."
Door stopped. The steps dead-ended in a rough brick wall. "Mm," she agreed. "He's a little bit dodgy in the same way that rats are a little bit covered in fur.
Genghis Miliband roars up to the despatch box like a caged donkey.
Sir Leicester leans back in his chair, and breathlessly ejaculates, Good heaven!
He's like a man with a fork, in a world of soup. (about his brother Liam)
There is no one better than a good Englishman and no one worse than a bad one. I have observed you. I think you are a good one. Mr Pine, do you know Richard Roper?
I have come, reluctantly, to the conclusion that Boris [Johnson] cannot provide the leadership or build the team for the task ahead.
Tom is a filthy little pustule. If you quote me, I'll deny it!
When I heard Jonathan [Cole's agent] repeat the figure of £55k-a-week, I nearly swerved off the road. 'He is taking the p**s, Jonathan!' I yelled down the phone. I was so incensed. I was trembling with anger. I couldn't believe what I'd heard.
Isn't he cute? That he thinks he has a sense of humour?
What about you, this week? First you completely ignore me like some Hitler Youth ice-maiden, then you turn into an irresistible sex kitten, looking at me over the computer with not so much 'come-to-bed' as just 'come' eyes, and now suddenly you're Jeremy Paxman." We