I’m finding it impossible to continue being a party leader, working in close proximity to sinners and desecrators of wheat fields so I’ve jacked it in, and will now be mostly waiting for Christ to visit me and give me a mission: perhaps to part the waves, or maybe to build an ark or, even better, to be a contestant on Love Island – surely one cannot be closer to God than frolicking with Gabrielle and Montana? Praise be to God, hallelujah.
When I grow up I’m going to get some plastic surgery and wear loads of make-up like a stripper and be on Love Island or Big Brother. I told my teacher about my career plans and she didn’t seem that chuffed and she said why not be a doctor or a politician? I think she’s actually a bit jealous that she didn’t think of it herself first. Why would anyone in their right mind want to spend all those years working hard at school and university only to have to hang out all day teaching maths to a load of hateful kids high on Skittles when you could be in the sun talking nonsense to a halfwitted Adonis from Newcastle?
Hope that helps,