DREAMIN', I'M ONLY DREAMIN'.

A Sham Campaign statement by:  Phylliss Woolyarse

"Being the MP for Oldham East and Saddleworth is a serious job. It needs a professional approach. It does not need an amateur."  OK in that case pack yer bags and fuck off back to Scunthorpe. You're not even an amateur, you're a clown, a laughing stock, a joke even within your own partyYou've made this town a laughing stock with your foolish antics. Remember the Gurkhas? Remember the Immigration lies? Remember the North-West? Remember the greedy grasping little shite and the expenses?  £400 quid a month we pay for his food? This while the thieving fucker was drawing over £250,000pa in salary and exes. Remember the tampons, womens clothing , nappies, lipstick et al. By the way are you still wearing all the gear Philomena?
Listen to more of his rambling garbage.

"It's 207 miles from my house in Sunnybank in Lees to the House of Commons. Most Sundays for the past 13 years I have made the journey in order to bring home the bacon to my constituents."

Hah! bacon that we pay for!

"On Thursday nights, when I return courtesy of the new North-West rail service, I make a note of what I’ve achieved for Oldham."  How long before you're on line two of your little notebook?
"We need to get rid of the abomination of unadopted roads." Yer right Woolyarse, I'm sick to me stumick thinking and worrying about them evil unadopted roads. 
"We should pull down derelict pubs." NO!!! There should not be any derelict pubs. That there is, is a direct result of Labour's disastrous meddling in our leisure activities to satisfy the peevish agendas of the interference brigade. You are the cause not the cure!
"If you vote for me, you will get what you see."  Yeah, a little, lying, thieving, talentless waste of time and space, who is so far up Gordoom Brown's arse he must be able to see the soles of Ed Ball's feet.
"If you don’t vote for me, you don’t know what you’re getting." If we don't vote for you (and I don't think we will) at least we'll know we aren't getting shafted by one the thickest little pricks ever elected to that place of ill repute, The House of Conmens.