He’s finally jumped the trout. (View Post)

In distress. (View Post)

Such a relief that there’s no chance of that happening here. (View Post)

Who could have predicted that the ‘master stroke’ invitation would turn into a stinking albatross round Starmer’s neck? Well, me for one. (View Post)

Plod will be wishing for the halcyon days of nicking terrorist pensioners in lethal t shirts. (View Post)