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Wednesday, 10 September 2008

Recession Will “Weed Out The Arseholes” Says Darling



Five Years Of Economic Misery ‘Cleansing’ Says Chancellor






Chancellor Alistair Darling has defended the UK’s nosedive into a financial dungheap by saying it will “Rid this fine country of the many, many people that hold us back from greatness.”

Launching his new financial initiative, entitled “Less Moaning Bastards For A Better Britain”, Darling stated “Our economy has blossomed under a Labour government, leading to the best standard of living this country has ever seen. An Xbox in every bedroom and an iPod in every pocket, to paraphrase Herbert Hoover.”

“However, economic models throughout the ages have followed the Hegelian model of thesis, antithesis and synthesis. Or to put it another way, we’ve had it sweet for a while, so now we’re up shit street without an A-Z.”

Listing the key areas in which the economy has crashed like a drunken, texting lorry driver into a bus queue, Darling outlined how this will improve the country as a whole:

Property Market: “The general trend has been for a steady rise in property values across the UK. While this has led to increased financial security for many families, it has also led to endless, tedious bastard conversations about how much the nominal value on a chosen heap of masonry has increased over twelve months. Jesus, I’d rather talk about goat farming.”

“And then there’s estate agents. Fucking, fucking, fucking, fuckfucks. A slump in the housing market will realign the public’s perception of what a house is actually for – it’s somewhere to fall into after the pubs have shut.”

Home Fuel Prices: “Many may say that energy suppliers seem to have plucked a figure out of the air, multiplied it by seven, added their daughter’s age then whacked it on to the top of your gas bill. They may well be right, as I haven’t bothered to check. If you think I’m going to cross your average Russian oil trillionaire, you must think I have ‘twat’ sewn into my underpants.”

“But the average age of the UK’s population currently stands at 78. Skyrocketing gas bills combined with a really cold snap round about February will ease the nation’s hospital, pension and cat food burden immeasurably.”

Petrol Prices: “As mentioned above, I really don’t want to wake up in a ditch somewhere with my knees broken and my head on fire, so whatever they want to charge for petrol is fine by me, as long as they leave my bollocks unchewed.”

“But if a litre of petrol eventually costs more than a bottle of 30-year-old single malt whiskey, it will mean that unbearable turds zooming around in their Range Rovers will disappear overnight. And it will piss that Clarkson feller off no end, which can’t be a bad thing.”

Food Bills: “Most of you are too fucking fat anyway. Simple as.”

Darling’s economic strategy has been hailed by financial experts, with one saying “Politics has been dubbed ‘the art of the possible’ but Darling has shown it’s really the art of being a pragmatic, heartless prick.”

Tuesday, 1 July 2008

House Prices Now “Merely Staggeringly Ridiculous”


Property Values Fall From “Obscenely Inflated” For First Time In 16 Years



HSBC reported that in the last three months, the average house price has stopped making first-time buyers want to weep bitter tears of envy and have merely made them vomit disbelief into their upturned hands.

Tim Ebbsfleet of the HSBC Mortgage Advice Centre stated “This time last year, you could literally walk across the Thames on the backs of first-time buyers who’d flung themselves in when they’d realised that studio flat in Penge was going to cost the same as a Faberge elephant.”

“However, market forces are such that anyone currently looking to get onto the property ladder will merely snort derisively about pulling a tinfoil llama out of their arses while trying to stump up the deposit.”

When asked what he meant by ‘market forces’, Ebbsfleet replied “Market forces are, and I can’t stress this clearly enough, the subtle trends, factors and influences that compel banks to make you leap through shit-smeared hoops, while they cackle and light cigars with £50 notes of your money. All because you’ve grown tired of handing over all your wages to a greasy twat in a suit for the privilege of living in a grotty hovel that you’ll never own.”

Ebbsfleet felt that it wasn’t all bad news, however. “We’re still fucking minted, mate. Not to worry. Either way we’re a winner. The old market saw us hand out mortgages like they’re sweets to unemployable dunderheads who wanted million pound homes. They default, we charge ‘em ten grand for fucking up and take the keys off ‘em. Lovely.”

“Nowadays, we spend half our time calling people fuckpigs and telling them to sling their hook for daring to ask for a mortgage. And the other half that do get them from us have to adhere to some ‘special conditions’, if you get my meaning. I’m knuckle-deep in nest-building fanny. Happy days.”