Alex Genn Concept to long copy and everything in between.

9Jun/091

Tube Strike – Solved by Prostitutes?

There's going to be a tube strike.

Why? Because the  RMT (Rail, Maritime and Transport Union) is sulking. They've asked for something and been told "no".  In fact they've asked for a 5% pay rise and a promise of no redundancies over the coming year. In the current economic climate that's like a fat white kid, sitting in an Ethiopian dust bowl asking for a third slice of cake, while surround by living skeletons to weak to brush the diseased flies off their eyes.

Of course the problem for most people is how to get to work, so here are some suggestions:

Boris Jonson, who, apparently, despite my repeatedly pinching and bitch-slapping myself appears to be Mayor of London, has greatly increased the amount of public transport along the Thames. So I suggest everyone surf to work on the back of a nuclear submarine.

Harness the power of Bob Crow (Leader of the RMT) by strapping yourself to his back and making him fly you to work. Unless he isn't actually a crow, which I doubt. Otherwise why would he be called that?

There are going to be "escorts to lead cyclists across the capital". What a great idea.  Who better to help you get to work than a high class courtesan, with a beautiful body, cold dead eyes and nothing on her mind but the money in your wallet and a brief break from the beatings of her pimp?

Don't go to work, you don't like it anyway.

28May/081

The Truth About The Queen

I know the Queen is widely loved and rightly so. She's great, the only way she could be a better figurehead would be for her to be carved out of wood.

However, I have noticed a few things about her which worry me...

  1. She doesn't carry any money.
  2. She grins inanely.
  3. She spends all her time walking in the road waving at people she doesn't know.

Taking all these things into consideration I have come to the conclusion that the Queen might be 'homeless'.

I'm worried that next time I travel by tube Her Majesty is going to walk onto my carriage, followed by a dirty corgi with a scarf around it's neck. She'll make the commuters even more uncomfortable than usual, by asking if anyone can spare a few hundred thousand, just so she can get into a palace for the night.

I'm going to call social services now.