The rules are deceptively simple. Every morning, just log into any news site and try to select the most outrageous and indefensible New Labour Fuck-Up of the day. But you’ll have to be quick – there’s an almost inexhaustible supply in the pipeline, constrained only by the mathematical maximum number of possible combinations of Labour ministers, PFI-fattened crony donors, dim-bulb secretaries, parasitical client-state NHS managers and third-rate 24-year-old sociology graduates parachuted directly into 30k-a-year probation service jobs.
For instance, yesterday we had a choice of Patricia “best year ever” Hewitt and Tony Blair’s novel ”So I sold honours – so sue me” defence. But not twelve hours later, we’re already struggling to choose between Clarke and the 1000 Foreign Prisoners and Prescott’s affair in the flat he doesn’t pay Council Tax on. The action is simply non-stop!
So don’t be a wallflower – experience the joy of NuLaFu™ for yourself! Let us know your vote for today’s winner, before the next half-dozen come along…
A reminder of the current reigning champion NuLaFu, the Deadly Dodgy Dossier that Sold the Iraq War and Killed David Kelly. Will any of today’s entries top that? No.
4 comments:
"Tracey Temple" had an affair with that fat fellow? Is that the name of a woman or an inflatable doll? I don't blame her boyfriend for feeling disgusted.
There's no accounting for taste, that's for sure...
Ivan, I feel horribly colonial that I don't keep up on the politics in the Motherland. I'm too busy county logical fallacies in the political discourse in this country.
Cheers.
No worries, Randall - if it's any consolation, it's only the unutterable uselessness of the sad shower back in Blighty that reconciles me to the crew we have over here.
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