https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MTNFdNoqYrA
I can't see your wee shoes with the diamond chips build into the heels without laughing out loud. It's like a parody of Paul Simon's Diamonds on the Soles of her Shoes. What's up with you? Have you no class at all? FFS, as if the leather trousers weren't bad enough.
I cannot see you on a street corner in Shettleston with a fag in your mouth, a can of Superlager in one hand and a poke of chips in the other.
How do you prove your authenticity then, Theresa? Did you lose your soup pot? Did your caravan blow away? Did you miss your turn of the minoj? Or did the Tory pretense of being just like one of us come unstuck?
You are not one of us. Theresa. Honestly. You don't live in a block of flats for pensioners where there's no lift, so you're trapped indoors most of the time. You're not sitting at home waiting for a medical procedure that you've been told might take 6 months to come through. You're not a single mother of two in a flat paying an outrageous rent and expecting to be made redundant any day now, which will put you and the kids on the street next month. You're not borrowing off relatives and pestering the Social for money to feed your kids.
I've just got my Lovefilm movie for this week: I Am Daniel Blake. Are you shocked. Theresa, that Ken Loach could have made a film like this? Do you understand why the rest of us would be shocked by this movie? But in a different way?
Have you got a single empathetic bone in your body?
I'll only be around for - max - the next 10-20 years - but I hope to see you and your kind consigned to the dustbin in my time.
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