BLOGGER ME!! .... What makes Oldham sick - -sorry tick?

Hackers, believed to be recently employed by the News Of The World have managed to get behind the facade of our leader Jim Pudden Face's so called blog. We shall gleefully publish the real thoughts of the Red Muppet as he attempts to string us along with this latest attempt at trying to be 'one of us'. 

Before we publish his secret ramblings there are a couple of questions we need him to answer.


 1. Is he thinking up and writing all the tosh we have seen so far, in his own time, or, as usual, are we paying through the nose for a jumped up wanker of a nobody to swan around at our expense?

2. Why is he using the old Oldham coat of Arms on his 'Blogsite'?? 

We quote from the official Oldham Council Website:

Oldham Metropolitan Borough Coat of Arms

"The Mayoralty of Oldham is the only office approved to use the Borough’s Coat of Arms.'

Is little Jimmy P also the secret Mayor of the Rotten Borough ? Is Dick Knowless just a front, (well yes we know he is a cottage front, but that is a subject for future blogs). Has he got ideas above his station?? Oh sorry! Forgot we have no stations.
So we would like to remind the jumped up little allowance gobbler exactly what his Coat of Arms looks like.

YEP! That's right it's the same piece of shite the rest of us have to put up with after you and your fellow escapees from the Barmpot ward, paid a bunch of Scam Artists £100,000 of OUR money for this intricate design. Seriously folks do you think this piece of juvenile crap is worth 100 grand of our money? This equates to the council tax from 100 homes!  But, what the hell! The town is thriving, all is rosy. We have full employment. The town centre is a bustling hub of commerce. We are spoiled by the abundance of leisure facilities and amenities. We can travel to all parts of the globe on a whim. Aye, on a whim maybe but not on a fucking train since you and the other feebles cut us off from the world. So Jimmy baby, this is your and our symbol of the dynamic borough. Use the turquoise Polo Mint, Jimmy, we have to. By the way have you noticed it's similarity to a big fat ZERO! Quite apt for a town that has virtually fuck all left.

Blog The First

    Welcome aboard all you lovely tax cows, suckers and gluttons for punishment sensible Lie-bour voters, who voted for Me...Me...Me our glorious party in the local election. To know that 21% of the electorate is right behind you is a comforting thought. I shall do my utmost to rip you off  justify my huge allowances and will be making as many savings as possible. Here you see me, in front of my that Coat Of Arms again, making a start as I cut up previous leader, Fat Bastard Syke's 'vinegar strokes' loyalty card from Shaw Chippy.  In the short time he was in this, MY rightful office, the fat cunt managed to accumulate 368,000 points. Enough for 247 full fish suppers (with unlimited peas) or free chips for the next 12 years and unfettered use of the salt and vinegar. WELL!! he's not going to get them. I've seen to that. At a time when ordinary residents are struggling to pay their Council Tax and Bailiffs charges, not to mention other household bills, I think it sends out the wrong message for an elected Fat Bastard Politician to have this facility. It was a 'no-brainer' for me, Jimmy No-Brain. Another part of our new approach, entitled, 'Our new Approach' began on Monday. We took the Cabinet out of the Civic Centre, but none of the second hand furniture dealers would give us more than 2 quid  so we dumped it in a back alley in Allcock's (by name not nature), ward. We met for the first time outside The Tower Of Babble and approved plans to re-open Limecroft Day Centre in the building itself. I didn't tell the rest of the morons Cabinet my plans but I intend to make it a secure facility and have already ear-marked some of the cells tastefully decorated suites for the non-believers who were present.
If you have any questions, topics or comments you would like me to cover in future blogs, forget it! This is My blog, MINE and I'll write what the fuck I want and you lot can go fiddle with yourselves.

Thanks for being talked at:

Little Jimmy Pudden-Face