Aren’t the Whingers selfless putting you, dear reader, before their own personal safety? For last night the Whingers – surgical masks on faces – bravely risked a public gathering before their inevitable outlawing (public gatherings, that is, not the Whingers).
Laughing in the face of swine flu the Whingers trotted off on their trotters, like pigs in sh*t, crackling with excitement, to the National Theatre (before it gets shut down) for the first preview of Time and the Conways by that lovely old leftie J B Priestley. Read the rest of this entry »