Fagburn: Why This Country Needs A Revolution

Queerty.

Oh, give us guns.

And don't get me started on those posh Warwick rowers.

They are fucking everywhere!

Why, one might think the gay media is written mostly by ex-public school boys still acting out their boarding room fantasies about other toffs.

Ladies and gentlemen, The Bullingdon Club is trying to take over even your sexual fantasies.

Wank for communism! Wank for anarchy! Wank for socialism! Wank for bread! Wank for class war!

Blame: Them!

Little bit of politics there...

Paul Flowers: For Whom The Bell Tolls

Steve Bell in The Guardian. 

Thank you, Steve! x

Never mind that the coalition encouraged Co-op bankers to expand while regulators slept, perhaps on the same sofa as Dave and Steve Brine. Were there not photos proving that the cokehead cleric and rent boy fiddler gave Labour money the Co-op couldn't afford? That he met Miliband at parties (though not – you can't have everything – with rent boys)...

Cameron was as keen to talk about Boles as Miliband had been to discuss Crystal Methodism and whether or not John Wesley ever did stuff. He did not quite accuse the Labour leader of devouring lines of coke (and rent boys) with the entire Co-op board. Flowers had "trooped in and out of Downing Street", unfit and uninvestigated. Gross exaggeration, especially from a leader whose own unvetted No 10 intimates and Chipping Norton pals are currently sub judice. That's what Miliband must have meant when he called Dave's dodgy dozen "just the people I can talk about"

Michael White writes about yesterday's immensely childish Prime Minister's Questions.

Perhaps its lowest point was David Cameron shouting at Labour MP Michael Meacher; "I can only conclude that you too have been on a night out on the town with Reverend Flowers and that mind-altering substances have taken effect."
Oh, but Mr Cameron, when did you last take cocaine?