The Ministry Of Truth

Apparently, the London Olympics start three years tomorrow. That’ll be nice, won’t it?

I’m desperate for there to be one hugely successful, absolutely sodden night for the British athletics team in the Olympic Stadium just so the subs on The Sun get to publish the ultimate headline:

Oh, this is good. This is very good.

Who’d'a thunk it?  That Communist bloke has a sense of humour.

The only thing missing is Jerry The Berry.

I’m sure it’s what Freddie would have wanted.

In cuddly Hertfordshire, the BNP has come second (behind the Tories) in half of the County Council wards declared so far.

If this is indicative of how people voted in the European elections, the nasty racists may have some MEPs come Monday morning.

It’s shaping up to be a really bad weekend for Gordon Brown.

On a lighter note…

And so a thousand caption competitions were born…

Silly, but funny.

Continuing the week’s theme of beards…

But it doesn’t end there.  Oh, no.

Check out John Parr’s original!

Magnificent.  If he didn’t already exist, we would have to invent John Parr.

As a wise man (or Bob Mills – I forget which) once remarked:

I think you’ll find that a pair of nubile 19-year-old blonde twins tending to your every need as you sit on a private Caribbean island, with your yacht parked at the dock on your private beach to your left and your helicopter and collection of vintage Ferraris secured around the front of your 40-room mansion is pretty much “the best a man can get”, not some poxy twin-bladed disposible razor from Gillette…