Thursday 10 May 2007

Ruby slippers

By popular demand, I bring you:

Slippers

Yes, they are the most luxurious slippers you can buy for £5.99 (plus P&P). Unfortunately, I don't have the rug and bale of fine towels to go with them. But I can dream, and with those beauties on my feet I am in the lap of luxury.

I wear them and I am Dorothy!

There's no place like home.


Who the frig are you?
It seems that the current estimated cost of the UK's proposed ID card scheme is above £5bn. Gosh, don't you think they'd just stop before they start? I certainly hope so. Over £5bn for a scheme so that UK citizens can prove who they are... and be spied on by having all their personal information linked in their yummy steamy database.

Still, anything to stop us being blown up. Unfortunately, I don't think many people will be declaring their occupation as "islamic terrorist" in their applications.

Tossing shower of shite government.

Anyhoo, I need to provide ID and proof of address at work because I'm being police checked! It's full, enhanced check that they do to see if you're safe to work with children and vulnerable people. Hrrrm, I won't be declaring my blog address on that particular application.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

'there'?

Twat.

'they're'

Anonymous said...

Well, there nicer than I imagined.

Not so nice that someone'd drop a house on you to get them, mind.

Anonymous said...

That IVF's a thick cunt.

And I'm afraid IVF is more 'Dorothy' than you are, dear.

You're more akin to 'Toto'.

Can't even begin comparing Salford to Kansas, though.

Anonymous said...

My ruby slippers are sooooo comfy!

Of course coming from Salford, to get home, all I need to do is click the heels of my flip-flops together (or even better the dried up and hardened skin on my heels) and a Radio Cars minicab will be on its way to collect me.

Anonymous said...

the slippers are quite cute, albeit 30 years too early. And it's almost summer, so god knows why she's wearing them.

Anonymous said...

But Trumpy, surely they are better to look at than those hideous trotters of hers?

Didn't she buy you a matching pair then?

I can just see you both now - sat in your rocking chairs watching The L Word, fluffy slippers on the feet and with the pipes sucking the St. Bruno through the snatch for maximum effect.

Anonymous said...

They look like clogs to me.

Red clogs.

Red clogs with a wee label on them.

Red clogs with a wee label on them that says "These are Red clogs".

Anonymous said...

Time to go back to Kansas Dorothy.