Joey’s in Miami. And is trying his hardest to out-gorgeous his grandfather in the battle of the balcony poseurs. Well, Jo-jo; YOU’VE GOT A LONG WAY TO GO!!! He’s not even holding a cigarette, FFS. I blame the parents. And with everything I do for that child…

Back home, my favourite politician, Zack Polanski, continues in his apparent personal vendetta against ME. Whatever I hold sacred, he wants to rip apart. First was tax. Anyone with any money at all, however hard they’ve worked for it, for however long, will get it taken away to fund wind-farms in Gaza and solar panels in Manchester. (The sun never shines in Manchester). Because ‘the rich’ must be ‘taxed to the bollocks AND BEYOND’, to fund all the wonderful social measures the Greens have planned to provide mansion style living for boat people and other asylum seekers.

Then came Palestine. Zionism = racism!! And must be made illegal. Israel ‘abolished’ to make way for a single, Palestinian, Arab-only state where it once stood. Abolishing a state is quite a difficult thing to do, but only for ‘normal’ people, whereas ugly Jewish poofs have no trouble getting the abolition past the UN whatsoever. It’s a special clause.

And now it’s driving. Because driving is a privilege, not a right. According to Zack. So the Greens will make driving “slower, more expensive and in many cases, impossible”. That’ll keep the country going, Zack. He’d reduced the motorway speed limit to 55. I don’t care about that, I drive at 95 on all motorways, on principle. But there’ll be so many people in my way. And what kind of a nob wants to cause motorists even more misery than they’re suffering now?

What next, Zack? A new tax on supporting Spurs? New charges every time you listen to old rock tracks? Or fines for enjoying grandchildren? How about tennis? There surely must be a way of screwing tennis players over?

Zack’s parents actually stated that if their son ever became (God forbidddd!!!) Prime Minister, they would leave the country. Well, I’m going with them. And taking my car with me. And my tennis racquets. And grandchildren.

Happy Easter Sunday

A xxxx