Looking good! Nailing the big stuff. Bang on the zeitgeist. When on the streets marinating in the exhaust fumes of forty thousand single-occupant cars I don't want my enjoyment impinged upon by a whiff of Scotty's Trout Stream curling from the meerschaum bowl of some raddled, antisocial addict.
I think he's getting ahead of himself. These sort of things have to be introduced by devolved administrations, pooh-poohed by Westminster and then quietly introduced in Ingerland a few years later.
We've copied this style of photo from the previous administration, haven't we*? Anyway, why are they staring at his crotch like this? Allegory I suppose.
This site uses cookies to help personalise content, tailor your experience and to keep you logged in if you register.
By continuing to use this site, you are consenting to our use of cookies.