A minute later someone jostled his left arm, spilling Guinness. Guido turned to see a bloated Damian McBride, tenner in hand, looking straight ahead and studiously ignoring him in a definitely-not-apologising manner. So do you punch the Prime Minister’s spin doctor in the face there and then, or given you are a Guinness drinker, take your time over getting revenge? “Good things come to those who wait.”
Sunday, 19 April 2009
Bet he regrets spilling that pint now ...
Guido confesses what really made him stitch up McBride:
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Wonder what Guido would be like if he was a lager drinker?
I'm sure McBride wishes he had bought Guido a pint now.
Good things do come to those that wait, as Guido will no doubt find out in time
I'd have told the fat fuck to either buy me a new pint or get outside for a good shoeing, and watched the shifty bastard squirm.
I cant believe he's a year younger than me - he looks like he's twenty years older.
Probably wont matter by the time anyone reads but I am writing as of 10:30 Sunday and am wondering where the continuation of "smeargate" is.
Where is he? Must be a really good picnic...(I hope; the cynical, negative loon in me thinks he's currently in choky having his computer pulled for bits under the pretense of "suspicion of terrorism"; lets just hope I've gone mad...)
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