Musings on the byways of popular culture
04/09/2016 by dai 20 Comments
Wow, what a guy!
04/09/2016 at 18:14
Oh. Do please elaborate. Hang on. No, please don’t.
04/09/2016 at 18:45
An ominous “more details tomorrow” means this could bring back all that Dolphin Square unpleasantness supposedly buried by Cambourne’s spin machine. It may be a good day to get bad news out.
04/09/2016 at 19:44
Nothing to see here. Who among us hasn’t been a washing machine salesman called Jim who shags rent boys while tooting poppers?
Freddy Steady says
04/09/2016 at 19:45
But he’s claiming the “boys” we’re put up to it by the newspaper… We shall see!
04/09/2016 at 20:58
Tomorrow’s edition of The Daily Telegraph claims that payments were made to one escort via Vaz’s diabetes charity.
04/09/2016 at 21:37
Hypocritical, pompous, conflicted, troughing sleazeball rentagobs – exactly who the press should be exposing.
Colin H says
04/09/2016 at 23:10
“Hypocritical, pompous, conflicted, troughing sleazeball rentagobs” – are those rent boys *really* that bad?
04/09/2016 at 23:20
Arf! Probably not going to happen, but if I ever set up a rent boy operation I shall call it Rentagob.
05/09/2016 at 02:03
This might be the most interesting use of the word “probably” that I’ve seen yet on the site.
Sewer Robot says
05/09/2016 at 02:14
If your ***** ***** need *****ing, just call Rentagob
We’ve got ****s and ****s and ***s and *ools at Rentagob
Feel the ***** of a **** holding your ******* ******
Remember to come back so we can ***** that *** at Rentagob
Black Celebration says
05/09/2016 at 08:05
The interesting thing about Rentaghost was that the three ghosts operated a business, offering the services of themselves as ghosts in return for payment. As ghosts, surely the need to earn money was negligible?
Also worth remembering that their Landlord, Mr Meeker, was presented to the public as a manager of a building society branch in a TV ad on the other channel.
I wrote to the letters page about this in Look-in! in 1976 – “We have to be vigilant. This is the thin end of the wedge. If the financial services sector feels that they can mislead customers this brazenly without ever being held to account, they will push the bar ever-higher – taking more risks and ultimately causing some form of global financial crisis in the decades to come.”
It makes you wonder, doesn’t it, that if they had cast Mr Meeker’s role differently, we may well have avoided the global austerity measures that we now endure.
04/09/2016 at 21:52
Keith Vaz increasingly appears to me to be a slippery slimeball of a man, going from one alleged incident of iffyness to the next. A discredit to politics in general, never mind his party.
What he’s been accused of in print so far is merely embarrassing, ego-puncturing and bad for his re-election prospects vis-a-vis his Asian constituents. If he’s misused charity funds as well in the course of it, then that’s a far more serious, possibly criminal matter.
I for one would be glad to see the back of him in any case. Let’s see.
05/09/2016 at 08:18
Shouldn’t being an M.P. be a 24/7 occupation?
The answer I’d want my M.P. to give to the question, ‘Fancy a couple of rent boys and a whole pile of drugs, tonight?,’ would be, ‘Sorry, too busy, think about it when I’m not an M.P.’
count jim moriarty says
05/09/2016 at 15:34
It’s a job. Why should they work 24/7? Would you?
05/09/2016 at 16:28
It should be a very important job, and because of that, yes I think I would.
05/09/2016 at 16:39
Wouldn’t the sleep deprivation make them liable to make mistakes after a couple of days?
hubert rawlinson says
05/09/2016 at 08:20
Probably get away with it, it won’t make a vas deferens.
05/09/2016 at 15:24
Bravo Sir, I thought that was excellent!
Archie Valparaiso says
05/09/2016 at 10:19
I see from the Telegraph’s reporting that the Dog Ate My Homework defence has quickly been triggered by Team Vaz.
“He has told friends the claims are untrue and has suggested he may have been the victim of a ‘sting’ in which he was deliberately drugged.”
Or, if that won’t wash, try this:
“A friend claimed the two prostitutes had actually been painters who had come to redecorate a new flat he had bought close to his family home in Stanmore, Middlesex.”
When I was recorded saying “poppers”, I obviously meant “primer”. And when I said “coke” I clearly meant “coat”. Of paint. Or primer. Or a coat of something, you know, painty like that. My use of the word “fuck” was not sexual in its intent, but merely my drugged attempt to discuss “flock”, as in wallpaper, with the purported painters. I was garbling my words because the gutter press had spiked my G&T, as they are so notoriously wont to do. Consequently I was in a confused and emotional state and was most alarmed when I came to my senses to find myself in the process of shtupping some strapping chap from the Balkans or thereabouts without availing myself of a condom. Nary a roller tray in sight, nor even a turps-soaked rag, come to that. Nothing painty at all, in fact. Some off-white emulsion may have been involved, now I come to think about it. But my memory is hazy. Because I was drugged. Anyway, I haven’t the slightest clue as to how on earth I might have ended up in such a bizarre situation. Except that the gutter press set the whole thing up with their cynical, progressive-politico-bashing ways. There’s no doubt about that. Why are you laughing? Please stop laughing.
[Note for mods and m’larned friends: All the above alleged details are taken from the reporting of this most unfortunate alleged incident as reported in the Mirror, Telegraph and Mail. Allegedly.]
Rob C says
05/09/2016 at 17:15
Where’s the Vaz, Keith ? ‘Here baby!’ (opens gutdustbag as he is half human, half demented vacuum cleaner). *snort*
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