Boris Johnson Battered By Nicola Sturgeon In ITV Debate

Hands up all those who think I'm an utter cunt...I'll get me coat...

Hands up all those who think I’m an utter cunt…I’ll get me coat…

Former London Mayor and Prime Ministerial candidate Boris Johnson has been exposed as a self serving Old Etonian wanker by SNP leader Nicola Sturgeon. Most people are apparently aware that Boris is an absolute tit, and those who think as much had their thoughts confirmed as the Old Etonian shitbag launched into a personal tirade against the SNP leader – before then accusing the remain side of the panel on ITV’s EU Debate show of the very thing he’d initiated.

Regardless of personal opinion there can be little doubt that Boris Johnson is an entirely self-serving egomaniac who is prepared to stab his best mate in the back in order to get what he wants.

Johnson is certainly no fan of the man in the street or of the NHS – as Nicola Sturgeon pointed out so patiently and eloquently by highlighting Boris’s hostility to workers and women’s rights.

If leave are going to persuade people to go along with them they’re going to need a more effective spokesman than Johnson.

Shouting louder than anyone else and blind bluster isn’t all that convincing.

Would you want to trust this man in number ten?

Because that’s all he’s interested in.

MS for Cafe Spike


Nicola Sturgeon – If Looks Could Kill

A Picture What We Took Of Our Clapped Out Dell Laptop Screen Last Night

A Picture What We Took Of Our Clapped Out Dell Laptop Screen Last Night

If ever a look could be described as ‘withering,’ or be described as an expression of utter contempt it was the unwavering glare with which the Scottish Nationalist Party’s leader Nicola Sturgeon skewered David Cameron at the VE Day commemoration ceremony in London yesterday. She screwed David Cameron with surgical precision, with the classic thousand yard stare, which suggested that she isn’t really all that keen on the man or his party, and that if he thinks the spirit of Scotland is dead – then he’s got another think coming.

Mr Cameron – he could only squirm and look to the heavens, or at his feet as he was forced to stand in line with the people he’s basically – along with his PR machine – fucked into oblivion as he went through the desperate charade of even attempting to be patriotic.

That he couldn’t look Nick Clegg in the eye was understandable, if not forgivable. The big question is: Will he be able to look the families whose loved ones he’s plunged into a pit of despair in the eye? Probably not. Samantha’s out showing off on her new scooter, the kids are with the nannies and there are things to do – like don the gladrags for a cornball celebration, complete with a bollocks 80s musical theme somewhere in Mayfair. That’s David Cameron for you – the man who repeats the word ‘clear’ ad nauseum yet remains as transparent as a galvanised steel bucket filled with farmyard excreta.

Embarrassing or what Mr Cameron? Are you the man who would lead from the front or the snivelling coward sipping champagne and nibbling on canapés from way behind the line, while the front line troops are consumed in an orgy of mud, blood and bullets?

Here at Café Spike we reckon that Nicola Sturgeon, the Scottish race and the people who didn’t vote for you have you well sussed. We know that you’re a gutless wonder who only has the courage of his convictions because Rupert Murdoch’s media empire, allied with the Telegraph and the Mail are behind you.

The truth is that you have deceived a nation. You’ve drip-fed the population a diet of fear and insecurity, when you are the only person, and your loathsome party are the only thing people ever needed to fear. We’ve got your number mate. Nicola Sturgeon and the SNP have your number. That Bullingdon Club BS cuts no ice with us.

Expect a rough ride. It’s what happens when you ride roughshod over everybody else.

Martin Shuttlecock