There ought to be a competition about Christmas Dinners you would prefer to avoid, if only because of the company.
The revelation that the Prime Minister, David Cameron was with James Murdoch of Sky etc. and Rebekah Brooks/Wade, late of the late “News of the World” and others begs a number of questions.
Who dressed up as Santa? Surely not Rupert himself? Who found the sixpence in the pudding? Possibly, Cameron called in a detachment of Royal Engineers to act on his behalf.
The possibilities can be lurid. Who kissed who under the mistletoe?
Inevitably an old poem comes to mind.
It was Christmas Day at the Murdoch’s,
The Camerons were troughing there.
Watching Sky on the telly,
And betting on who got the boot.
A voice rang out from the speakers,
And echoed around the room,
“What do you want for Christmas”,
And all of them shouted “loot”!
Apologies to whoever thought up the one about harems never mind the original referring to Workhouses by George Sims in 1879.
Time for an election?