Thursday, April 29, 2010

Everybody loves a why don't you?

I can't go on keeping it to myself. I've made a decision: I'm not voting for Gordon Brown.

He's just the most awful person. There are no pros whatsoever that I can see.

This rumpus over that old dear in Yorkshire - well, she may be a bigoted old trout, but it's an election issue that concerns many people, so you don't just dismiss it with an insult. You could hear the fury in his voice when he got into the car. He's not a nice man. We should get of him next week.

And then coming out of her house after giving her a personal apology, grinning from ear to ear with that bizarre toothless smile he does was all wrong. I suppose an aid has said 'for fuck's sake Gordon, remember to smile', but there's a time and place, and that wasn't it. He's got no idea. I prefer him grumpy. It's so fake it simply doesn't ring true.

A leaflet came through he door from our local MP last night. I've never seen hide nor hair of him, but I voted him in last time and I see he does have some good pledges. No doubt they'll never happen, but it's too late anyway. Gordon's seen to that.

I don't usually get all political, but I really needed to get that off my chest.

My name's Five-Centres. Goodnight!


Clair said...

As Steve Clark just said on FB, bigot stands for 'Brown is gone on Thursday'.

Simon said...

I'm actually quite looking forward to the debate tonight to see what the other two make of it.

Five-Centres said...

I'm going to miss it, so I'm going to have rush home and see highlights.

Cocktails said...

I thought you'd run out of things to say.

I was inspired to write a post about this myself (not that I actually have) saying pretty much the opposite. I'm sick of people expecting politicians to be perfect. Everyone comes out of bad meetings saying terrible things about other people - why wouldn't we expect him to?

I could live without the fake smiles though. I like my Gordon grumpy.

Benjamin said...

Oh dear. I prefer it when you write about crisps.

Five-Centres said...

I agree Cocktails to a point. We all say terrible things about people, but we're not wearing radio mics. That's just careless. No one's perfect.

Mondo said...

I can't help feeling sorry for ol' Browny. He walked into a shit-storm of madness (freak weather, terrorist attacks) when he took over, which has been unrelenting since. No wonder he's always got the look of collapsing building about him

Mrs M Always sings his name the tune of Golden Brown.

Bright Ambassador said...

Rochdale's in Lancashire.

I'd take him over Cameron any day of the week, but he's really pissed on his chips now.

John Medd said...
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John Medd said...

Make the most of this. He's moving house next week.

beth said...

But you *don't* vote for Gordon Brown. You vote for the local guy. Cutting off your nose to spite your face comes to mind.

I'm sick of the media telling me what I'm thinking. I'd vote for a ban on polls ( not Poles). Actually I'd vote for no reporting on an election at all. The candidates would all have to put the effort in to ensuring that I knew who they were and what they stood for!

BPP said...

That woman from Yorkshire, eh? Rochdale in Yorkshire, hmm?

Yorkshire, is it?


Ishouldbeworking said...

I'm one of many who have been disappointed in 'New' Labour, but the way Brown has been personally attacked and stitched up by the media has been shameful. I didn't think he sounded angry when he made his 'bigotgate (god I hate that) comment - just weary and exasperated. Which anyone would be after weeks on end of being confronted by 'the electorate'. The Lib Dems and the Tories will ALL have made similar asides over the course of the campaign, many of them couched in much stronger language - he just got caught, and it was a gift to the press.

But it'll probably be the final nail in his coffin, and we'll have that vile avatar Cameron and his Tory droogs instead. I give it nine months before we're all looking back in misty-eyed, fond nostalgia at the days of Dear Old Gordon.