So, G4S just happens to fail to provide. The kindly army agrees to help out and moans about it whilst mobilizing into the centre of London, weapons installations quietly appear everywhere, nice trial run.
Liked one wag’s comment:
I just want to see David Cameron on top of the building shouting “I AM THE GOD OF HELLFIRE!”
Sanity – wherefore art thou? Circus – roll thee ever onwards.
Actually, I don’t wish to defame Boris but has anyone thought he might be a candidate for the antiChrist?
No, look at it for a moment. The guy will be personable, liked by both sides, he won’t know he’s the one until just before the time. Boris is a Bollinger boy too.
Something happens at the Olympics, gunfire spits from a dozen installations along the Kensington Road, all sorts of mayhem ensue, the troops and weapons are kept on after the Olympics, drones appear in the sky, passing over you at night as angels of death, Cameron finally goes down, the Coalition is no more, Ed Milliband is politically crippled by his brother, in steps Boris to lead us into the Promised Land.
STOP PRESS: In the last few minutes, Chuckles has rushed this to us:
Yo! 2012! Olympics! The new Olympic spirit: