Thursday, 7 July 2016

After the Gove Has Gone



Hi - Boris!  Bozza! Bojo! It's Michael. Mikey. Mikey Gove - you know, Govey? The Govester?

I've not got a lot on this evening all of a sudden - wondered whether you fancied going out? Couple of beers?  Talk about what a great victory we had in getting the "Leave" victory? What a blinder you played. You were awesome and - I'd like to think - so was I. Me with the brains, vision and strategy and you with the..... hair......

Boris? Whaddya say? Night out - just the two lads? The rebel boys of the London Tory Massive? What do you reckon?

Boris? Boris?


  1. Mikey No-Mates. Seems fitting.

  2. Mr Gove reminds me of an overgrown school boy, who gets petulant at the drop of a hat.

    But we know who wears the trousers in his house - Mrs Gove's email demonising Borish demonstrated that.

  3. For some reason when I see Gove's little face, it always reminds me of Fotherington-Thomas of Molesworth fame. I can just imagine him (Gove) skipping around squeaking "Hello birds, hello sky!"


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