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He’s A Self-Made Billionaire And You’re A Sleazy Twat, Everyone Tells Mandelson

LORD Mandelson has been given a resounding answer to his question of who the fuck Starbucks boss Howard Schultz thinks he is.

Earlier this week the business secretary launched a blistering attack on the coffee house tycoon after Schultz claimed the British economy was exactly as bad as it currently is.

But last night everyone in Britain contacted Lord Mandelson to say how much they wished Mr Schultz was running the economy instead of a sleazy lounge lizard and his idiot friends.

Taxpayer Tom Logan said: "He grew up on a council estate, turned Starbucks into one of the biggest brands in history and built a $1bn fortune and you got one of your millionaire chums to pay for your fancy house and then lied about it.

"He has won awards for his support for AIDS charities and you tried to help two of your millionaire chums skip the passport queue.

"He has created jobs for 172,000 people in every corner of the globe and you got a £1 million pension from the EU for doing fuck all and now seem to spend an awful lot of time on other people's yachts.

"And he clearly knows a thing or two about business while you were the 'mastermind' behind a political movement which has pissed a trillion pounds of our money up the wall and driven the country to the brink of bankruptcy."

Mr Logan added: "Oh yeah, and before I forget, you were also in charge of the Millennium Dome.

"So that's who he is and that's who you are. Although you can probably make a better cup of coffee."

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One Woman's Week: Every Little Does Not Help

There's nothing I like better during a raging blizzard than working on my ultra post-modernist screenplay for Channel 4 or challenging my brain with a round of Trivial Pursuit with Donny. Obviously, the 'Pursuit' is not much of a challenge as Donny can't really be considered a serious opponent for someone of my calibre. But at least he tries!

So I was disgusted when my lay-about sister used the cover of snow, not to learn about ultra post-modernism, but to get pregnant – to a bouncer. I'm not judging anyone: before me and Donny got together, I snogged the bouncer from that exclusive city haunt, All Bar One (his name was Maxim and he was also a part-time body model for Reebok). But my sister's latest victim is no Maxim from Reebok: it's the doorman from Tesco Metro. I would laugh if it wasn't all so nauseatingly vile.

What's more it's a flagrant case of Sex Before Marriage. It's true, Donny and I have sex and that I drive men wild, even though I'm not married. But, it's okay for me to do it because God knows I'm sensible. It's like the whole Garden of Eden, Forbidden Fruit thing. This is what God tells stupid people to stop them from ruining their lives. The real story he reserves for Catholics who don't have a mental age of six. People like me and Tony Blair.

So on top of having to apologise profusely to the Lord on my sister's behalf, I'll also have to listen to her whinge about 'morning sickness' and 'labour pains'. And I suspect that during the birth I will be forced to punch my sister in the face when she starts bleating on about morphine. It's not that I don't sympathise – I've endured these agonies already, what with my nightmarish period pains – but if I can put a brave face on that, I don't see why I should have to give up my comfy seat on the train to some bloated skank.

It shames me to say it but it's the irresponsible lustings of bouncer junkies like my sister, flashing their knockers at Tesco Metro imbeciles, that are filling our classrooms to the rafters with the same grubby little dimwits who will ejaculate their way to fatherhood before they're tall enough to reach a pub condom dispenser. Britain – it really is broken you know.

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