Kiss your arse as you wave it goodbye, not a tear, but a cheer, make it gay

A letter a day to number 10. No 1,495 Sunday 17 July 2016. Dear Mrs May, I was unable to write to you yesterday because I had to rush my niece into hospital. An intrusion of real life as against, say, the world of career politicians like ‘Lord’ David Freud, he of the asinine presumption […]