Pigdogfucker

According to the Centre for Social Cohesion (readers, can you think of anything more 1984-esque and horrible than a Centre for Social Cohesion?)

Mayor Johnson has managed to recall one such incident from that era when a fellow club member, now a top city lawyer, had thrown a plant pot through a restaurant window and the police had been summoned:

“The party ended up with a number of us crawling on all fours through the hedges of the botanical gardens, and trying to escape the police dogs.”

Mayor Johnson did not escape arrest and, along with several other club members also arrested, was obliged to spend the night in police custody. “Once we were in the cells we became pathetic namby-pambies”, said the Mayor.

Of course, the scale of their misdemeanours does not begin to match that of Jimmy Mizen’s killer. But, then, unlike him, David Cameron and Boris Johnson had had every advantage in life, including an Eton-Oxford education.

No, it’s not about the scale, you daft cunts. Call-me-Dave and Boris went out and were twats, in a harmless-aside-from-financial fashion (and mild financial loss doesn’t matter at all; if you think it does then you’re a blithering idiot). Harmless jolly fun; the sort of thing everyone should do as a kid; and only paranoid tools who fear a hoodie lurking in every corner worry about it.

The guy who killed Jimmy Mizen, although admittedly unlucky in that hitting someone with a glass bowl doesn’t normally kill them, did nonetheless hit a chap with a glass bowl. That’s a completely different issue, in that it involves actually doing violence against a person. If you’re too moronic to grasp this concept, you probably shouldn’t be writing for a social think tank…