Roll of Shame – Syria Vote – Absentee’s

Roll of shame of those MP’s who couldn’t be bothered to vote on Syria. Hopefully they have full excuses for their constituents.

Adam Afriyie Windsor Con absent
Ian Austin Dudley North Lab absent
Henry Bellingham North West Norfolk Con absent
Roberta Blackman-Woods City of Durham Lab absent
Hazel Blears Salford and Eccles Lab absent
Paul Blomfield Sheffield Central Lab absent
Ben Bradshaw Exeter Lab absent
Graham Brady Altrincham and Sale West Con absent
Annette Brooke Mid Dorset and North Poole LDem absent
Gordon Brown Kirkcaldy and Cowdenbeath Lab absent
Richard Burden Birmingham, Northfield Lab absent
Lorely Burt Solihull LDem absent
William Cash Stone Con absent
Sarah Champion Rotherham Lab absent
Christopher Chope Christchurch Con absent
Kenneth Clarke Rushcliffe Con absent
Ann Clwyd Cynon Valley Lab absent
Michael Connarty Linlithgow and East Falkirk Lab absent
Rosie Cooper West Lancashire Lab absent
Geoffrey Cox Torridge and West Devon Con absent
David Crausby Bolton North East Lab absent
John Cryer Leyton and Wanstead Lab absent
Ian Davidson Glasgow South West Lab absent
Pat Doherty West Tyrone SF absent
Nadine Dorries Mid Bedfordshire Con absent
Alan Duncan Rutland and Melton Con absent
Nigel Evans Ribble Valley Con absent
Tim Farron Westmorland and Lonsdale LDem absent
Yvonne Fovargue Makerfield Lab absent
David Gauke South West Hertfordshire Con absent
Michelle Gildernew Fermanagh and South Tyrone SF absent
Justine Greening Putney Con absent
Lilian Greenwood Nottingham South Lab absent
Peter Hain Neath Lab absent
David Hanson Delyn Lab absent
Nick Harvey North Devon LDem absent
Alan Haselhurst Saffron Walden Con absent
David Heyes Ashton-under-Lyne Lab absent
Sharon Hodgson Washington and Sunderland West Lab absent
Lindsay Hoyle Chorley Lab absent
Mark Hunter Cheadle LDem absent
Diana Johnson Kingston upon Hull North Lab absent
Barbara Keeley Worsley and Eccles South Lab absent
Chris Kelly Dudley South Con absent
Charles Kennedy Ross, Skye and Lochaber LDem absent
Pauline Latham Mid Derbyshire Con absent
Edward Leigh Gainsborough Con absent
Charlotte Leslie Bristol North West Con absent
Ian Liddell-Grainger Bridgwater and West Somerset Con absent
Jack Lopresti Filton and Bradley Stoke Con absent
Andrew Love Edmonton Lab absent
Anne Main St Albans Con absent
Paul Maskey Belfast West SF absent
William McCrea South Antrim DUP absent
Siobhain McDonagh Mitcham and Morden Lab absent
Patrick Mercer Newark Con absent
Austin Mitchell Great Grimsby Lab absent
Francie Molloy Mid Ulster SF absent
Greg Mulholland Leeds North West LDem absent
Meg Munn Sheffield, Heeley Lab absent
Tessa Munt Wells LDem absent
Conor Murphy Newry and Armagh SF absent
Jesse Norman Hereford and South Herefordshire Con absent
James Paice South East Cambridgeshire Con absent
Ian Paisley Jnr North Antrim DUP absent
Priti Patel Witham Con absent
Dawn Primarolo Bristol South Lab absent
John Pugh Southport LDem absent
Yasmin Qureshi Bolton South East Lab absent
John Redwood Wokingham Con absent
Emma Reynolds Wolverhampton North East Lab absent
Andrew Rosindell Romford Con absent
David Ruffley Bury St Edmunds Con absent
Adrian Sanders Torbay LDem absent
Mark Simmonds Boston and Skegness Con absent
David Simpson Upper Bann DUP absent
Angela Smith Penistone and Stocksbridge Lab absent
John Spellar Warley Lab absent
Rory Stewart Penrith and The Border Con absent
John Thurso Caithness, Sutherland and Easter Ross LDem absent
David Tredinnick Bosworth Con absent
Karl Turner Kingston upon Hull East Lab absent
Andrew Tyrie Chichester Con absent
Steve Webb Thornbury and Yate LDem absent
Bill Wiggin North Herefordshire Con absent
Mark Williams Ceredigion LDem absent
Jennifer Willott Cardiff Central LDem absent
John Woodcock Barrow and Furness Lab absent
Shaun Woodward St Helens South and Whiston Lab absent
Tim Yeo South Suffolk Con absent

To All Those who Care….

Blue Moon
Blue Moon


To all those who have shared the pain, shared the warm bubbly broth, the champagne, the spilled beer, the stale ale;
to those who hugged, bumped, shuddered and cried at Wembley 99,
to those who giggled at Oldham when Big Andy flexed his neck;
to those who got washed out at Oldham when Smith missed his pen in 84, who swore at Lincoln they’d never come again;
to the bloke who ripped his season ticket book on the pitch v Bury,
to all those who have resorted to the sherry
to those that have run around dazed for days,
to those that have laughed, cajoled, persisted and wished us on from afar;
to all those that supported us, put up with us, slapped our backs, kept us sane, avoided eye contact, didn’t say what they were thinking, left things unsaid;
to all those that sang their hearts out, wrote, sympathised, phoned, reflected;
to all those in the Oscar Wilde in Berlin when City played Blackburn and the Lord smiled on us;
to all those in Manchester, back home, in Amsterdam, in Alkmaar, in Dusseldorf, in Ballasalla, in Valencia, in Barcelona, in Lisbon, in Gonçal Bocas, in Porto, in Guarda, in Clermont Ferrand, in Haarlem, in Ponsacco;
to all those sharing a moment at 3.00 every Saturday;
to all those who doubted, poked fun, poured scorn, cried foul;
to all those who believed, believed some more, hoped, lost sleep, threw up, fell out, jumped in;
to all those who waxed lyrical, shouted from the rooftops, bellowed, cried and stood firm;
to all those that went home and away;
to all those in The Comfy Cushion, The Parkside, The Whitestone, The Broadfield, Terry Neil’s, Mary D’s, The Blarney Stone, The Boardroom, Yate’s, The Pumphouse;
to all those that propped us up, put an arm around us, bought us a drink, put up with our moods, pretended to listen, spared us a thought; rubbed our hair; bought us a consolation pint of creme de menthe
to all those at Ewood Park, The Den, Saltergate, Bootham Crescent;
to all those who tackled, blocked, saved, scored, headed, came on, came off, jumped, challenged and played out of their skins;
to all those who sang long and hard deep into the night;
to all those who dared to dream;
to all those who still dream;
to Dickov and the Goat;
to all who cheered at Wrexham and Stoke;
to all who ran the gauntlet at Huddersfield and Wolverhampton;
to all those on the drink at Notts County;
to all those who sang louder the worse it got;
to all those on the InterCity to Newcastle;
to all those in Gelsenkirchen and Copenhagen, Liege and Bilbao, the Faroes and Lokeren;
to all those who empathise, sympathise, chastise;
to all those who tried to understand despite everything;
to all those who support United, Everton, Liverpool, Leeds but put up with us as mates on non-match days;
to all those who support MSV, Schalke, Sporting, Napoli, Benfica, AZ, Ajax, Belenenses but now support City a little bit too;
to all those who have caught the bug;
to all those who send text messages when we lose
to all those who have it in your hearts to say “come on Blues” just to make us happy
to all those writing, thinking, posting, tweeting;
to all those who were there and will be there
to all those who have watched our boys at Wembley
to all those who wish they could
to all those new to the throng
to all those wizened, cracked, broken and chastened
to all those for whom hope is the killer
to Tony Towers and Kevin Horlock
to Micky Horswill and Geoff Hammond
to the unsung heroes and the bottle washers
to the kitmen and the carpert cleaners;
to Thailand and Abu Dhabi
to Nigel de Jong, David Silva and Yaya Touré
to all those who have played like we dream
to all those who have dreamed
to all those who have had a nightmare
to all those for whom a Blue Moon rising sends a little shivver down the spine;
to all those who climbed the fences at Villa Park;
to all those who saw next to nothing at London Road;
to all those who saw six go into the Norwich net;
to all those who clapped Big Mal across the turf
to all those who flew with Steve Mackenzie;
to all those who sunk with Ricky Villa;
to Neil Young and Arthur Mann, to Malcolm Allison and John Benson;
to Roy Paul and Don Revie, to Genial Joe and Tommy Caton;
to Whitey, Quinny and Lakey;
to all those who waved a banana and sang Blue Moon;
to all those who sang in the rain in the Prater;
to all those who played on through the pain;
to all those who watched four goals go in on Tyneside;
to Stan Gibson and his pitchfork;
to Bert Trautmann and the never-say-die spirit;
to Buzzer, Franny and Colin the King;
to those who have walked Claremont Road;
to those who have raised a glass at the City Gates;
to Tommy Hutch and Kevin Reeves;
to Bill Taylor and Peter Swales;
to Bernard and Tony Book;
to all those who have risked food poisoning, drank too much and never regretted a moment;
to all those hemmed in at Bradford, on the hill at Blackburn, behind the wire at Millwall, in the sheeting rain at Huddersfield
to those who entered enemy territory;
to the guy who jumped on Keith Curle at old Trafford;
to quiet Mel and morose Ron; squeaky alan and confused phil;
to Uwe Rosler and ian Bishop;
to all those who played bit parts;
to all those who scored off the far post;
to those that put 5 in the United net;
to those that saw Dickov slide in the rain;
to those that stayed and those that left and those that turned back and came again
to Bondy, Jimmy Frizz and Big Seizure;
to Georgi Kinkladze;
to all those who watched van Blerk, Kernaghan, Beesley, McNaught, and still raised a cheer;
to the legendary 8,000;
to all those that sank 12 pints with Bobby Mac and Gerry Gow
to those that swayed on the Kippax, bawled in the Platt Lane, chanted in the North Stand and ate pies in the Main Stand;
to Prestwich & Whitefield
to the fella that threw his pie at referee Willis
to all those who craned their necks, asked who it was, smiled, tutted and shook their heads;
to all those who saw Dennis fly at Wembley;
to those who had a surreptitious leak;
to those who wet themselves;
to those who hung on and have hung on until now;
to those who never gave up;
to those who came back;
to those who can’t take anymore;
to those who went away;
to those who are there in spirit;
to all those who will not see what happens next;
to all those who have seen enough already;
to those who will take what comes
to all those who packed the boozers at West Brom and Watford, Carlisle and Nottingham;
to those rubbing their hands at Gay Meadow and The Shay;
to all those for whom Górnik Zabrze means something;
to Peter Barnes and to Dennis Tueart;
to Denis and his heel;
to Barney Daniels;
to Gerald Sinstadt, David Coleman, Barry Davies, John Motson, Brian Moore and those who have put silken words to our dreams;
to Mike Doyle;
to all those with too many blue garments;
to all those already wearing their lucky underpants;
to those with their sleeves rolled up
to those with a clenched fist
to all those who don’t really know how to find Wembley;
to all those who don’t understand why we do it;
to all those who have spent their last pound on a ticket;
to all those at the Full Members Cup and the Auto Windscreens;
to all those at Darlington and York;
to those who love not knowing what comes next;
to all those who dared believe one day we would come out into the summer sunshine;

Cross your fingers tight, huddle in close, think of us one more time, for we need you now

Hattip to Down the Kippax Steps


Oh the Irony

From Under Big Ben

The utter irony from Mrs Bercow who is kept by us and lives as she says  “Under Big Ben” and says in reference to Prince Phillip

Prince Philip calls wind farms “useless” and “completely reliant on subsidies”. Oh the irony 🙂

Perhaps she should start looking a little closer to home…

Twitter / @SallyBercow: Prince Philip calls wind f ….

The Dangers of Falling off a Kerb


 The subject was also transported to the local hospital with two broken arms, a broken ankle, a broken leg, several missing teeth, possible broken ribs, multiple contusions, assorted lacerations, a broken nose, and a broken jaw…

… injuries he sustained when he slipped and fell off the curb after stabbing the marine according to a police statement.

Liam Fox resigns – live coverage

Adam Werritty (left) and Liam Fox at a meeting in Dubai in 2007, when Fox was shadow defence minister and Werritty was being paid by the charity Atlantic Bridge

Sad but inevitable

Dear David,

As you know, I have always placed a great deal of importance on accountability and responsibility. As I said in the House of Commons on Monday, I mistakenly allowed the distinction between my personal interest and my government activities to become blurred. The consequences of this have become clearer in recent days. I am very sorry for this.

I have also repeatedly said that the national interest must always come before personal interest. I now have to hold myself to my own standard. I have therefore decided, with great sadness, to resign from my post as secretary of state for defence — a position which I have been immensely proud and honoured to have held.

I am particularly proud to have overseen the long overdue reforms to the Ministry of Defence and to our armed forces, which will shape them to meet the challenges of the future and keep this country safe.

I am proud also to have played a part in helping to liberate the people of Libya, and I regret that I will not see through to its conclusion Britain’s role in Afghanistan, where so much progress has been made.

Above all, I am honoured and humbled to have worked with the superb men and women in our armed forces. Their bravery, dedication and professionalism are second to none.

I appreciate all the support you have given me – and will continue to support the vital work of this government, above all in controlling the enormous budget deficit we inherited, which is a threat not just to this country’s economic prosperity but also to its national security.

I look forward to continuing to represent my constituents in North Somerset.

Yours ever,




Liam Fox resigns – live coverage | Politics |

Ed Cooper?

Ed Cooper?The Daily Mash at it’s Best

ED Balls will today attempt to convince Britain that we have him confused with that smug little prick who ruined everything.

The shadow chancellor will tell the Labour conference that while he looks vaguely like himself he is actually an up and coming politician full of brilliant ideas.

And to complete the illusion he has taken his wife’s surname of ‘Cooper’ so that horrid bullies do not use his real last name as an excuse for remembering who he is and then chasing him down the street with a broken bottle.

Mr Cooper will say: “Hi, I’m the shadow chancellor and I’ve got some great ideas about how we can get rid of all the debt that got left here so mysteriously.

“We’ll never know how Britain got into such a mess, but it’s okay because I’m here now with my completely new and exciting theories about public finance.”

Gordon Brown’s former scrotum buffer will then hand everyone in Britain a business card which says ‘Ed Cooper, problem solver.”

But Tom Logan, from Hatfield, said: “Yeah, actually, we’ve met. I know who you are, you bumptious little twat.

“I recognised your meaty face and your shit-eating, thin-lipped grin immediately. Then there’s your voice, so arrogant, humourless and chippy that it makes my ears want to throw up.

“But the real giveaway is your signature scent. You could be at the other end of a busy room and I would know you were there just from the stench of your bullshit.

“That said, you should change your name. Ed’s really boring. What about ‘Fanny’?”

via The Daily Mash – Ed Balls to pretend we’ve never met.