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"It’s not every day I agree to head up a new left-wing electoral alliance to stand in the European elections but it was decision not taken lightly."



NO2EU NO2DEMOCRACY presents:
A NATIONAL FRONT DISCO!
June 6th 1945 @ 6.30pm,
St John's Wood Road Baptist Church,
In aid of Bob Tit's electoral funds

Tombola
Raffle
Jumble
Socialist Party paper sale
No foreign muck

BACK BY SPECIAL DEMAND:
KEVIN HALPIN'S BREAKDANCE POSSE
(pictured above - millions couldn't hold him back!)

Dance to the No-nonsense rhythms of
Bob Tit's Gravy Train!

Chugga-Chugga-Chugga!

Everybody in the house say SCONE!

19 comments:

  1. It's a great idea! Thanks everyone! Listen, I've woken up on the election trail floating in ullage somewhere in Hainault. Could anyone come and get me and chuck me a pony as an advance on my benefit! Cheers! F'ing hell, sore head!
    Bob

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  2. Hi - this is a quick shout from the Socialist Party Posse! We're outside Iceland on Catford High Street. It's eerily quiet here, but what a party that's going be for Bob!
    We all want to know who does Kevin's orthodontics?

    Inwards!
    p.s We're off to Deptford Creek soon. And look what happened to Christopher Marlowe!

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  3. Is anyone coming to get me!? I'm still in this fucking ullage! But I've floated so far along I think I've joined the Thames! I'm floating out to sea! Open waters! Liminal boundaries! More than likely get picked up by latter-day pirates! Body parts found strewn in different parts of Europe...
    Help!
    Mayday!

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  4. Bob! Don't panic! It's the Socialist Party posse here, we'll save you! I know you told us to "stay the fuck away from me you trot bastards" and we respect that comrade Bob, but surely this time things are different?
    We've finished our work at Deptford Creek, we're on our way to the Greenwich Peninsula, we'll be able to see you bobbing along Bob & comrade Nellist has a fishing net with him he uses to catch red admirals, we'll net you Bob, we'll save you!

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  5. Alright! Alright! Anybody, even you fucking numpties! Just come quick!

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  6. Listen Bob, if you're going to continue to be nasty and rude about us...

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  7. When I get my fucking hands on you lot...

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  8. You're going have to say please Bob

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  9. Bob, it's Andrew Murray, take no notice of those trot bastards, they'd only fuck it up, we're on our way, and you know who 'we' is.

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  10. Thank fucking christ for that...hang on...I'm taking on water...I'm fucking sinking...glug...glug...Uncle Joe...glug...Uncle Harry...glug...

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  11. Bob, it's the Socialist Party posse here, we took the wrong turn at Millwall, we're in the Isle of Dogs, is that any good to you Bob?
    Dave went to buy an A-Z but they're so expensive! In fact everything's expensive down here in London. You can get a pint of mild for 99p in Cov! Well, that's if you buy it before mid-day, after that it goes up to £1.50, which is still v reasonable, although it's only 3% volume, which means you've got to drink about 15 pints to get pissed, but it's a good session beer...

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  12. Bob - It's the boys from the Union. We're going to sort it. It's getting dark Bob. How much juice have you got left in yr mobile? Have you passed the Thames barrier yet? Bob? Come in Bob...

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  13. Lads! My boys! Here to save old Bob! I'm just by the jfdjdhdydhifdhdfeb....gsdhdgffjiiief then turn right ewfdwgkdwujdfjd

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  14. Bob! Yr cutting out! Try once more. Bob?

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  15. Let us be naked! Let us all be naked! Cried all the voices .........................................................................

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  16. We'll never give up on you Bob. We will find you! Launch the flotilla's, the catamarans, the coracles...Search the seven seas brothers, Bob Tit is out there somewhere!

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  17. Bob - It's the Socialist Party posse! We're...where are we Dave?...We're going round & round the Hangar Lane Gyratory system...Is that any good to you?

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  18. ......Utopos me General from not island made island.
    Alone I of-lands all without philosophy
    State philosophical I-have-formed for-mortals.
    Willingly I-impart my-things,not not-willingly I-accept better-ones......

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  19. Bob - It's the Communist Party of Britain. Frankly, we're concerned. Give up on these Utopian speculations Bob. It sounds dangerously like you've embarked on a voyage of self-discovery. Remember your training Bob. Remember The British Road to Socialism! For beyond that lies only the void!

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