THREAD: The Tory cabinet as cars commercially available in Britain in the 1990s.
SAJID JAVID, Minister for Health: Rover 100. A brand you can trust! A modern Mini! One of us! A safe pair of hands? Deeply uncool, woefully unreliable and horribly uncomfortable even in top spec.
NADINE DORRIES, Minister for Digital, Culture, Media and Sport: Vauxhall Frontera. Absolutely no business working in this field but ploughs on regardless, grinding to a withered halt every few miles due to an engine that just can’t hack it. Dangerous bullbars cause deaths.
JACOB REES-MOGG, Speaker of the House: Bristol Blenheim. Expensive, British-made, heavy, pointless, unreliable with evil lurking beneath the bonnet…there are a hundred better options than this and yet he refuses to disappear.
GEORGE EUSTICE, Minister for Environment, Food & Rural Affairs: Ford Orion. Uninspiring, unremarkable, he passes by without you noticing a breeze. With such lack of charisma he intends to be last Tory standing but will eventually be phased out without us even realising he’s gone.
NADHIM ZAHAWI, Minister for Education: Jaguar S-Type. A reassuring exterior tells us this is good old-fashioned values, confidently presented. But the interior is a different story. A mess that falls apart at the slightest sign of trouble.
GRANT SHAPPS, Minister for Transport: Rover 800. Desperately wants to compete with the big boys but is only ever used as a rep, marched out to do difficult jobs nobody else wanted. Nobody would choose him voluntarily.
THÉRÈSE COFFEY, Minister for Work and Pensions: Austin Montego. Aimed at the elderly, does nothing but let them down. Heavy to drive, expensive to run and the underpinnings are out of date and just not up to the task.
KWASI KWARTENG, Minister for Business, Energy and Industrial Strategy: Chrysler PT Cruiser. Petrol crisis? What petrol crisis! Thirstily blunders in with maximum confidence but when you really need him to step up he’s got nothing much to offer.
LIZ TRUSS, Minister for Women and Equalities, also Foreign Secretary: Mercedes G-Wagon. Absolutely nothing to recommend this. Just a very expensive way of having something that underperforms in every area and trades only off their status.
MICHAEL GOVE, Minister for Levelling Up, Housing and Communities: Lada Riva. A horrible cursed vehicle, he will rot on your driveway and somehow still always be given another chance.
PRITI PATEL, Home Secretary: Suzuki Vitara. Hateful, arrogant and dangerously unstable, she is inexplicably popular with a longevity matched by few of her peers. You'd honestly be better off with a Frontera.
DOMINIC RAAB, Minister for Justice and Deputy PM: Renault Laguna. Looks decent, sounds decent, sucks you in with electability but loses value phenomenally quickly and soon shows himself up as being riddled with bugs and poor build quality.
RISHI SUNAK, Chancellor of the Exchequer: Nissan Micra. Small, cute, reasonably priced....what could go wrong?
Fucking. Everything.
BORIS JOHNSON, Prime Minister: Ford Scorpio. Get it out of my SIGHT.
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Nothing annoys me more than when serial killers think they're hilarious. They should be sentenced to a lifetime of nobody laughing at their shit banter.
I think the bad comedy of serial killers is among their worst crimes.
Been reading about the Amazon Reviews Killer and watching videos of his interrogation and jeeeeeeeeesus, you've met him down the open mic trying out his material on everyone before the audience arrive, mic-thief circuit-clogging nightmare.
It's deeply insulting to Sarah's memory, her family and to women everywhere to now have "in future, ladies, here's what you can do that Sarah failed to do to" spouted at us when taking some form of action against the man nicknamed "the rapist" by colleagues was always an option.
"Waving down a bus" when you're not even at a bus stop is a complete impossibility anyway, they don't stop, you'd be lucky to get a second glance from the driver. And I dunno if you've heard but busses aren't just constantly driving down every single road 24/7.
Last week I tweeted about getting driven home at night from my local station which is two miles away and had numerous men in my replies clucking and tutting that I'd been so lazy and not walked such a short distance. 2 miles. Alone. At night. Fuck you.
THREAD: How every model of the VW Passat series feels about how Brexit is going.
ORIGINAL 1973 PASSAT: Tells everyone "I can remember the early days of the single market" without elaborating. Currently out of fuel.
1981 PASSAT ESTATE: Has had the picture of Thatcher in that EU jumper as their Facebook profile pic since mid-June 2016.
Currently out of fuel.
1988 PASSAT: Certain that Brexit is great apart from at 3am where they have to share a bunch of pro-Brexit Facebook memes in order to get to sleep. Blames the fuel crisis on media hysteria, lazy lorry drivers and that one man with the jerry cans.
MINI THREAD: When Blair's Labour brought in the minimum wage in 1999 (after it was a big part of his 1997 manifesto) the debate surrounding it was: it will destroy small businesses and how will the public pay for it?
Spoiler alert: it worked out just fine, small businesses survived the dastardly minimum wage and it has had no negative impact on jobs. But living costs have gone up significantly so the minimum wage needs to rise accordingly.
A minimum wage now doesn't seem very radical, it seems like common sense even if you don't agree it should rise to meet the higher cost of living. But in 1997 the same arguments against it now being £15 were being yeeted about.
I just had a "another shit Christmas then is it?" and remembered that last Christmas mother and I were in the depths of COVID and I woke up on Christmas Day itself to discover I couldn't smell or taste and sadly ate some Cadbury's chocolate fingers and it was like eating candles.
Mum took to her bed on Boxing Day like a doomed Victorian and was delirious and more ill than she's ever been before for over a week. Following her collapsing one night I was sat outside her bedroom at 3am for a couple of nights to check she hadn't copped it.
I, not quite with it, decided I HAD TO earn £££ in case mum couldn't work for a long time so I did a big NYE Twitch gig high on codeine and Lemsip and while doing Liza I went "ONE MINUTE PLS!" and ran off to check Anna hadn't died because how awful if she had while I was Liza.