The Labour Trow down the lane was awfully excited about Jim Murphy being elected but I am not so bothered. After he had gone home in his terminal state of excitement, I sat alone in my warm burrow (I was burning the last of the dear old furniture) were chatting over the fire in the wee burrow, I began asking what questions Murphy could be the answer to ..
— what to do with old eggs?
–how to prove that Labour has learned nothing?
–who could be less popular than La Lamont?
— who would you never trust with the silver teaspoons?
Any guesses on what he will do for his next job?