So, who were the jackpot winners and who got wooden spoons? In Waterhead, that grove of academe, we lost the Peroxide Pirahna 'opportunity' Knox, victim of her own hubris in pursuing her self aggrandising 'academy' plans, despite 104% of the town and particularly, Waterhead, being totally against it. What formidable foe do we find replacing her? None other than that vacuum abhorred by nature, Peter Dean.He will bring his towering intellect and sparkling wit and oratory to bear on the problems that beset Waterhead, not to mention the carnage yet to come there. He was as thick as pig-shit forty years ago when he was a fireman and it's been all downhill since.
Brian Lord has gone also. Brian who? I hear you ask! Exactly. Replaced by who? Adrian Alexander who played rugby once upon a time and who must have been stiff armed too many times as he fucked off home before the count was done. There's keen for you! Eileen Hulme was fucked off from Chaddy Central, probably a consequence of being married to the half wit, Jack Hulme who climbed into bed with the fat bastard Sykes and probably also because they were draining too much brass from the trough.
In Hollinwood Keith Pendlebury, who had risen without trace was soundly thrashed and by God did he deserve a good thrashing. In Shaw Mr Majestik, the omnipotent Alcock (by name not nature) trounced the opposition by a resounding 98 votes. I bet that had his chins all a quiver. Mind you he was up against a guy named Phelyp. Sounds like some sort of adenoidal growth to me.Almost everywhere else was won by sparkling non-entities and has beens, so no change there then. In the sub-continent seats Muhammed Mohammed, Mohammed Muhammed, Mo Muhammad and Muhammed M Muhammad all retained their seats. M Muhammed Mohammed was unlucky.
The pigsticker is dedicated to hunting down and skewering the incompetents and trough-wallowers in the country and Oldham in particular. If ya built with straw or sticks, I'll huff 'n' puff and blow your house down! If ya have feet of clay, beware the flood! If ya nose is deep in the trough, beware the PIGSTICKER!
TROUGHERS BEWARE! THE HUNT IS ON!
WHAT BIG TEETH YOU HAVE!
Bigger, sharper teeth than our ramblings in the on-line Oldham Evening Chronicle, which are being strangled by ever increasing censorship or moderation as they call it. We, the people of this town have no collective public voice to shout on our behalf, willing to question and challenge the lunacy visited upon us by the numpties in The Tower Of Babble, various thieving MPs, the legions of PC police at GMP, PAT'S, PACT'S, academy lovers, transport 'experts', vastly overpaid Council Officers from Charlie Chuckles downward, quangoes, placemen, do-gooders, do-badders, tree huggers, Brussels and Alcock! You get the idea? We intend to remedy this via the revamped Pigsticker. Now with added fibre. If any of you out there want to join us in restoring the town to it's former pleasant aspect, please feel free to submit articles. No moderation on this site!
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