It's Tony! Tony Blair! And he's got a pie! An enormous, invisible pie! And he's not going to be able to get it all into his mouth in one go. But you can't fault him for trying.
Actually, he's telling parliament that an absolutely humungous pie is about to land on an orphanage in Bermondsey. Should be here in... ooh, lets say about 45 minutes. Ready cooked. Scaldingly hot in the centre. Do some serious damage to the poor orphans, a pie like that. But it's more than just a big pie. It's a nuclear and biological category 10 anthrax pie!
Better invade Rochdale then.
This blog is, of course, dedicated to a single simple idea. It's a one trick pony - a phrase that just happens to be a spoonerism.
