My WordPress stats reveal that caption competitions are the most popular posts on the blog. As there has not yet been a competition this year, I thought I would have a New Year caption competition.
The picture shows me in full flow. The reader to supply the most amusing caption will win a copy of either The Voice of the Backbenchers or Eminent Parliamentarians. Multiple entries are permitted (well, within limit). There is no cash equivalent (prizes are priceless) and the editor’s decision is final. Feel free to submit your entry….
“Here’s the throne; here’s the speaker. Open it up and here are the Lords. What do you mean it’s supposed to rhyme?”
Fingers crossed the House of Lords is moved to the North
‘Nick Clegg and David Cameron gel together just like this…’
My Conservative hand appears to be in coalition with my Liberal Democrat hand.
If you turn the house lights off you should see a shaddow puppet of my coat of arms on the screen.
Lets get it straight putting super glue in the wine gum jar wont stop me marking papers!!!
An overwhelming sense of déjà vu…
Such an excellent photograph it seemed a shame not to make full use of it.
“A First to anyone who knows how to remove superglue…”
“The case for an unelected Lords isn’t rocket science …”
That’s a good question class. No, of course I don’t get too demonstrative when speaking in the House, because I have trick. See. Now, let’s try that together.
“The trusses of the original palace were Norman. There is no Lord Norman and if there was he would not be able to make truss fingers. So boot the hereditaries and be done with it all. . .
at this point i do my max bygraves impression …
‘New Year. New Labour’.
And now to the final and most important lesson of your undergraduate lives. Perfecting this handshake will render you forever recognisable as a fully-fledged member of the Hull Mafia.
“This is is strictest confidence, but yes it does happen. I remember the time i was coming out of one Lobby and one of the bishops,who I shall not name, out of the other — each backed up with some fine Lords I tell you. A spirited bit of muscular parliamentarianism . . .”
“I’m keeping my hands clasped together. If you wanted the chap who points at people and fires them you’ve booked the wrong Lord”
Lord Norton’s aide-mémoire for Whitehall: ‘W, remember, not S’.
Now look at me. Moi. Am I not the best looking professor at Hull, as well as being the smartest?
Princeps Senatus: You are in line for a special prize.
As Jenny Jones said:
“I asked one Labour peer, who has been incredibly supportive, for feedback on one of my speeches, and he said I hadn’t got the hang of how much flattery was necessary. He said you can’t flatter the house enough.”
http://www.theguardian.com/politics/2013/dec/22/my-first-year-house-of-lords-jenny-jones
At DIY I’m all fingers and thumbs, but oratory, the words flow like a fine wine.
About the Parliament’s portcullis logo, please refer to my gesture. Use your imagination….
With drooling mouth, ‘Aw, no, dear boy, she was a very big girl. No one could keep their hands off her, not simply Bunter. We are indeed a coalition, in it together.’
“Me and the UK constitution we’re like this (see hand gesture), almost inseparable.”
You in the middle, put that camera away or I’ll kill you with these bare hands!
The link between Lincolnshire plum bread and happiness is like the present link between my hands – it simply cannot be parted.
This is the only way I can get away with sticking up two fingers to smarmy little undergraduates during a lecture. I’ve got the peerage ergo I know more!
Perish the thought.