Nixta Sinks

In the frankly shocking sacking of dear Boris Johnson from his position in the Soft-cock Party, I stumbled across this photo of Katie Newall of Liverpool reading a copy of the Spectator in which Boris apparently had the gall to deride poor Liverpudlians as (I quote the BBC here, since I don't have access to the Spectator's subscription bit, but I don't quite trust the beeb's online editing) "wallowing in victimhood".

I was recently (as a native tourist) introduced to Little Britain, and I couldn't help but notice a prime candidate for Lookalikes (keep refreshing for random ones). Incidentally, the two scouse JPEGs linked to above are also prime candidates, but that would be going too far; let's have a heart, and spare a thought for those suffering scousers.

Next week: WWW (What's Wrong With) Newcastle.

Editorial note:
I can no longer bring myself to use the phrase "come across" ever since Glenn Goodrich responded during a game of Pictionary with "women's faces?" to the clue (and no, you're not really supposed to speak, but we were drunk and Dana was frankly sucking at her turn to draw) "it's something you come across". Hence my choice of "stumble across" even though I wasn't really stumbling at the time.

Holy crap WTF moment:
What the hell is Dana Sisti doing being quoted in a (syndicated) article about John Stewart? And why the fuck can't I get away from the bastard? You'd think there was nothing else worth talking about in this country.