I saw this headline on the front page a news stand and I wanted to rip the whole stack of papers in half Geoff Capes style right there and then. I can't even begin to describe how disgusted I am with this one.
I expect they will be pissing puddles of glee-flavoured piss when Cameron screws the public sector in the emergency budget. As a public sector worker who earns below the national average wage and spends many an enchanted evening scraping drunks off the pavement while Daily Mail journalists' are either in bed or out hooraying it up at coke-fuelled parties, I really can't wait.
I agree with all that except the Mail journalists at coke-fuelled parties. I've always imagined Mail hacks to spend their evenings sat on a stool in a fairly empty basement bar, you know the type you go down stairs to enter and there's only ever about 2 or 3 people in there. The poor barman has nothing else to occupy his time other than to listen to the hack's extreme right-wing musings and skewered world view and on the rare occasions the hack finds someone else's ear to bend it ends in a fairly heated verbal exchange with him coming off worse, drunkenly slumping back on to his stool before the barman calls him a cab and he staggers out, into it and home before getting up again the next morning and into Mail Towers reeking of stale ale and Scotch hours just ahead of the same cycle starting over again.