I’ve just watched .’Nazi Zombie Death Tales‘, one of my Poundland DVD gambles. Not bad, in fact quite entertaining, even if parts were cheesy enough to make a four-cheese pizza with cheese on top and a cheese dip on the side, with cheesecake and cheesy biscuits to follow. It’s three tales by independent film makers with no money. Some parts are suprisingly good but other parts… not so good. Ignore Amazon. As Halloween approaches, the cheesy horror films are all in the pound shops.
In real life, the zombies also rise. The Brown Gorgon insists he will hold Wastemonster to account for their promises to Scotland. He was the previous Prime Monster, but now he doesn’t seem to know the way to Wastemonster. He also seems to have forgotten how they work down there, if he ever understood it at all.
Another revenant is the Prime Monster before the Gorgon. The Tiny Blur, now the ‘Bomb them all’ Peace Envoy to the Middle East (there ain’t nothin’ so peaceful as a dead man) states that there must be more British soldiers killed in the name of his ego. Tiny, you were two Prime Monsters ago. You are not even in government now. At this rate we can expect Cromwell’s shade to start making demands. Forsooth, no more mince pies for the heretics, thou poltroons.
While demanding our troops die fighting in the Middle East, our Middle East Peace Envoy has taken the utmost care to be nowhere near the place. ISIS will never kidnap Tiny Blur because they know that, to the west as well as the world and the known universe, he is utterly worthless. We would not pay for his release, although we might pay them to keep him. The only question is, could we pay them enough?
What would a Blair zombie be called? A blombie? He must have bitten Cameron at some stage. The evidence is that it makes your head swell up and you brain atrophy. That would mean the Heir to Blair is another blombie.
Clegg has no fear of zombies. They eat brains.
Blombies are worse than zombies. They start wars and get other people killed, then revel in it.
Blombies don’t eat brains. They don’t know what brains are. They eat money.
Yours and mine.