The little man who brandishes the stupid stick and dances about maternity wards administering sound beatings to the heads of selected newborns, must’ve really had his work cut out the day arch-chavette, Waynetta Slob- sorry, I mean Karen Matthews, and village idiot reject Michael Donovan were evacuated kicking and screaming from their respective mothers’ wombs, never to darken its doors again.

Suffice to say, said little man would surely have been in need of a new stupid stick once he’d finished beating this particular pair of dullards about the head, evidently using up what you’d think to be a limitless supply of idiocy on the pair of them.

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If anybody needs further proof that the human race is beyond saving, then they need look no further than the recent re-opening of the Curry’s Superstore in the delightful shire of Wednesbury, which offered a veritable feast of knockdown electrical consumable bargains.

Ugly displays of wanton greed are not the sole reserve of the rich, the merchant bankers, and the production line of successive arrogant politicians that have succeeded in bringing this country to its knees. Not at all.

Dignity and self respect means nothing nowadays. Not when there’s a cut-price Sony camcorder on the cards. The fangs are bared; the pigs are at the trough.

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