According to today's MEN* 88% of woman polled would rather have a successful career than a rich husband, they go on to quip that today's woman would rather be Tessa Jowell than Coleen McLoughlin. What a crock of shit.
Who wants the vote? Who actually can be arsed after a day sitting in a smelly office dealing with retards and dementors, getting home on a sweaty sweaty cattle truck aka the Metrolink system which rarely runs on time and/or has enough trams**, making tea/diner/supper (delete according to your class) for ungrateful Hooded Claw and The Boy, walking dog, doing laundry and watching Corrie*** to walk a mile and a half to the polling station to vote for some damp handed, bi-sexual liar whose publicity picture could be used on a Crimewatch e:fit?
AND who wants to get up at 6am, walk the dog, load the dishwasher, put the bin out before making sure everyone can find appropriate socks and go to Manchester in the dark and drizzle to return 12 hours later damp and decayed, eh? DO YOU?
No, you don't and neither do I. Roll on the 1950s
*other 'regional' rags espousing the virtues of industrial wastelands turned housing estates are available
**other dire, unhygenic and unreliable forms of public transport are available
***other 'opp north' soaps which caricature the northern working classes and make the cockneys feel grateful to be in the comfort zone of the M25 are available
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