It is with gweat regwet I announce I ave made an owler dis time not wif me growler but just like wi west of em in this gweat labour party I've been at it. Wads o cash ere, wads there, not the type o wads the lads shoot in my hair, but dosh, wonga from Lord Alli pally, pads here, pads there, not the pads in me massive fanny, Stoff i've wheedled away in me growler so to shpeak. I fot the Stamp Duty was wot I paid when I bot stamps to send to contact mags to get laid For to Shir Keer the queer and all the labour lads I've taken the piss outta with me Deputee P M shite I'm sorry to say An I know this'll make yous labour lads sick I is resigning today from all this shit, no more cabinet meetings with that Rachel thieves emptyhead cashier's assistant or Ed milicunt and the rest o the non- Labours elitist bastards in charge. So i'm free as any tart in a brofel can be, well cheap at the price 20 quid will see you awright for a blowee from a former minister, ow's that for an offer on a windy nite in Hove? See you on the street corner. Fuck you Keir you were always a useless queer no one knows how as P M you're still here. Kind regawds, Big Ange. Kisses wherever you want em for an Airton. That's a tenner, you ignowant pricks.
