1 Response to Lord Greville Janner. Man of letters.

1. Bobby 47 says:

   April 28, 2015 at 10:49 am

   Course, if Lord Janner suddenly has a moment of clarity and directs his companion to drive him up here to my house with the intention of responding to my pigswill of an offering, he’ll find that he’s picked out the wrong sort of victim.
   I’m no victim. Never have been, never will be and unless I’m restrained by a dozen fully grown men who’s only intent is to bend me over the bonnet of my car, pull me pants down and pound away at my anus for the next four hours, I’ll never ever, under any circumstances become a victim to Lord Janner.
   Never I say! And if, for some unbelievable reason he does tip up here, manages to scurry up my drainpipe, bangs on my window demanding that I make myself available for him to fondle my most private parts, I’m going to get very irate and howl ‘bloody Janner. You’ve crawled up the wrong drainpipe tonight Baron bloody thingy of Braunstone’.
   And it wouldn’t be a case of me getting back into bed, ignoring his pleas for personal sexual gratification and continue to nibble on my half kilo of pork rind and swig back my endless pile of ale cans that I consume whilst watching archive episodes of Wrestlemania. No! I’d open the window, pull out my garden hoe that I keep upstairs, beat him over the head demanding to know how he’d managed to scale the drainpipe to my twelfth floor hovel of a one bedroom CareHome accommodation and I’d cause him to fall where, after he’d sucked his last breath of air and succumbed to his terrible injuries, he’d ride the lightening bolt and prepare himself to answer for his past actions that have ruined young vulnerable lives.

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