Current Affairs UK General Election July

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Tory Manifesto leaked :




Men compelled to wear hats and ties in public.

A return to forelock-tugging and people addressing their social betters with the words “Beggin’ your pardon, sir.”

Every pub to have a Sid James.

Long shadows to be painted onto cricket grounds.

Bars mandated to offer a pint of mild for sixpence.

Unmarried women over 55 will have to travel by bicycle to communion (or equivalent
faith activity) on any morning where mist restricts visibility below 100 yards.

Scotsmen to be dour.

Haitches to be dropped by everyone with three GCSEs or fewer.

Foreign names to be properly mispronounced.

BBC newsreaders to wear dinner suits.

Railway public safety slogan to be re-recorded: “See it, say it, hang on a bleedin’ moment squire, sumfink’s queer ’ere.”

Waiters will no longer be allowed to ask what kind of day you’re having or how everything is.

Cinema: Romantic comedies to be limited to a single chaste kiss. Studios will only be allowed two technicolour films a year, to be either a musical or a war movie. Cuts of Dambusters which edit the dog’s name will be burned. The National Anthem to be played before and after every film.

A body in every library.

Television: a Royal Commission will decide between returning to four TV channels or three. Breakfast television abolished. A return of the watershed and the Nine O’ Clock News, after which films that began at eight and were interrupted will suddenly become much raunchier. TV sets to have proper buttons and dials so that you can work them without a computer science degree.

Mice to live in clearly marked holes in skirting boards.

A national volunteer force will solve crimes. Murders will be handled by Belgian refugees, minor peers or elderly spinsters. On rare occasions they may also be solved by bookish young ladies who become much hotter when they take their glasses off, assisted by dashing young men. Other crimes, such as smuggling, piracy and the kidnap of foreign princesses will be handled by teams of four children, assisted by a dog.

Criminals to be bearded foreigners with thick accents.

Crimes planned by Englishmen will be fundamentally good-hearted japes in which no one is hurt.

Uniformed police will be retasked to focus on haplessly chasing rosy-cheeked scamps away from orchards.

Freshly-baked pies to be left on windowsills.

Women to giggle playfully when sexually harassed by Sean Connery.

Teachers to be instructed in proper use of canes, and importance of ignoring books stuffed down trousers.

Shirts will be tucked in and ties will be compulsory. Men will be required to use collar studs, once we’ve established what they’re for, and leather elbow patches. Polo shorts only to be worn while playing polo.

Sock-darning will be compulsory.

Smoking will no longer cause cancer and doctors will be allowed to endorse cigarette brands again.

Red wine with fish will damned well tell us something.

Yorkshire to be a county again.

Every unmarried mother will be issued with an older disapproving neighbour who will eventually soften and reveal that she too once had her heart broken by a cad.

Projector screens and comfortable seats to be removed from churches, and copies of Hymns Ancient and Modern restored to pews. Hymn numbers will be comically rearranged annually.

No Sunday trading. Grocery deliveries will come by bicycle. Reintroduction of milk floats and door-to-door delivery in glass bottles that the birds have pecked.

Cars will have proper headlamps, running boards, and a space on the back to strap a trunk. Fan belts to be repaired with stockings.

A return to sugar rationing.

All television advertising must feature a jingle.

British space programme to be aesthetically stylish with rockets fuelled by corks from crackpot boffin’s extraordinary new sparkling “English wine”.

Repatriation of Americans.

Trains will run on steam again, or coal, or whatever it was.

Breaking news to happen monthly, either in print or newsreel.

Foxhunting to be compulsory.

Kippers for breakfast.

Only sailors will have tattoos, and only women will have piercings, and then only once per ear.

Thermostats to be turned down.

Constantinople not Istanbul, likewise Peking, Calcutta and Burma.

Beer will be warm and safe to drive on.

Schools to teach the descant in Oh Come All Ye Faithful.

Wearing glasses will be taken as a reliable sign of intelligence.

Handshakes not hugs.

Bring back proper metal bins.

And whistling chimney sweeps.

Foreigners to stop pretending they don’t understand English.

*I'll all for the pint of mild for sixpence, and banning hugs.
 
If I was a selfish Tory I'd have no issue with Starmer, he'll deliver for capital handsomely. It'll be just like a change of leader for the tory party with a clean slate.
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Those changes do usually revolve around older generations complaining about something being brought in to make younger peoples lives better because they never had it and seemingly want others to suffer.

Student debt relief springs to mind.
The smoking ban and the proposed banning of smoking, could be the alternative.
 
Tory Manifesto leaked :




Men compelled to wear hats and ties in public.

A return to forelock-tugging and people addressing their social betters with the words “Beggin’ your pardon, sir.”

Every pub to have a Sid James.

Long shadows to be painted onto cricket grounds.

Bars mandated to offer a pint of mild for sixpence.

Unmarried women over 55 will have to travel by bicycle to communion (or equivalent
faith activity) on any morning where mist restricts visibility below 100 yards.

Scotsmen to be dour.

Haitches to be dropped by everyone with three GCSEs or fewer.

Foreign names to be properly mispronounced.

BBC newsreaders to wear dinner suits.

Railway public safety slogan to be re-recorded: “See it, say it, hang on a bleedin’ moment squire, sumfink’s queer ’ere.”

Waiters will no longer be allowed to ask what kind of day you’re having or how everything is.

Cinema: Romantic comedies to be limited to a single chaste kiss. Studios will only be allowed two technicolour films a year, to be either a musical or a war movie. Cuts of Dambusters which edit the dog’s name will be burned. The National Anthem to be played before and after every film.

A body in every library.

Television: a Royal Commission will decide between returning to four TV channels or three. Breakfast television abolished. A return of the watershed and the Nine O’ Clock News, after which films that began at eight and were interrupted will suddenly become much raunchier. TV sets to have proper buttons and dials so that you can work them without a computer science degree.

Mice to live in clearly marked holes in skirting boards.

A national volunteer force will solve crimes. Murders will be handled by Belgian refugees, minor peers or elderly spinsters. On rare occasions they may also be solved by bookish young ladies who become much hotter when they take their glasses off, assisted by dashing young men. Other crimes, such as smuggling, piracy and the kidnap of foreign princesses will be handled by teams of four children, assisted by a dog.

Criminals to be bearded foreigners with thick accents.

Crimes planned by Englishmen will be fundamentally good-hearted japes in which no one is hurt.

Uniformed police will be retasked to focus on haplessly chasing rosy-cheeked scamps away from orchards.

Freshly-baked pies to be left on windowsills.

Women to giggle playfully when sexually harassed by Sean Connery.

Teachers to be instructed in proper use of canes, and importance of ignoring books stuffed down trousers.

Shirts will be tucked in and ties will be compulsory. Men will be required to use collar studs, once we’ve established what they’re for, and leather elbow patches. Polo shorts only to be worn while playing polo.

Sock-darning will be compulsory.

Smoking will no longer cause cancer and doctors will be allowed to endorse cigarette brands again.

Red wine with fish will damned well tell us something.

Yorkshire to be a county again.

Every unmarried mother will be issued with an older disapproving neighbour who will eventually soften and reveal that she too once had her heart broken by a cad.

Projector screens and comfortable seats to be removed from churches, and copies of Hymns Ancient and Modern restored to pews. Hymn numbers will be comically rearranged annually.

No Sunday trading. Grocery deliveries will come by bicycle. Reintroduction of milk floats and door-to-door delivery in glass bottles that the birds have pecked.

Cars will have proper headlamps, running boards, and a space on the back to strap a trunk. Fan belts to be repaired with stockings.

A return to sugar rationing.

All television advertising must feature a jingle.

British space programme to be aesthetically stylish with rockets fuelled by corks from crackpot boffin’s extraordinary new sparkling “English wine”.

Repatriation of Americans.

Trains will run on steam again, or coal, or whatever it was.

Breaking news to happen monthly, either in print or newsreel.

Foxhunting to be compulsory.

Kippers for breakfast.

Only sailors will have tattoos, and only women will have piercings, and then only once per ear.

Thermostats to be turned down.

Constantinople not Istanbul, likewise Peking, Calcutta and Burma.

Beer will be warm and safe to drive on.

Schools to teach the descant in Oh Come All Ye Faithful.

Wearing glasses will be taken as a reliable sign of intelligence.

Handshakes not hugs.

Bring back proper metal bins.

And whistling chimney sweeps.

Foreigners to stop pretending they don’t understand English.

*I'll all for the pint of mild for sixpence, and banning hugs.
Gotta say handshakes not hugs gets my vote.
 

Really impressive work. Not content with alienating 18 year olds they are now scaring their parents too that they might be hit as well.

How about not ruling out fining the grandparents too to make it a clean sweep?

Not to mention of course introducing a whole new legal definition of whether 18 is an adult.

Sorry son, with this cost of living crisis hitting so hard, we simply can't afford the four hundred quid fine for you to avoid the draft, so it's off to the russian front for you, send us a postcard, we don't have the cash to send you adequate fitting body armour like was once the requirement and the army certainly don't have the money either. Dig in son, it's the making of a man apparently. See ya.
 
Sorry son, with this cost of living crisis hitting so hard, we simply can't afford the four hundred quid fine for you to avoid the draft, so it's off to the russian front for you, send us a postcard, we don't have the cash to send you adequate fitting body armour like was once the requirement and the army certainly don't have the money either. Dig in son, it's the making of a man apparently. See ya.
For a bit of context.
 
If I was a selfish Tory I'd have no issue with Starmer, he'll deliver for capital handsomely. It'll be just like a change of leader for the tory party with a clean slate.
I think it is fair to say that neither of us, in fact no one knows how a Starmer adminstration would perform.

It is also reasonable to say that we have seen enough from this tory team to be confident that if they win it will be more of the same, possibly with things for the general population becoming much worse. Personally speaking, I would not rule out a further shift to the right, and more extreme policies. If those calling for a boycott of Labour succeed in reducing Labours votes, and it is close with the tory's needing an alliance I can well imagine a reform/tory nightmare.

Starmer might not do well for the general population, but then again, he might.

But as I and many can see, the major issue and threat we face is not Starmers Labour.
 
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