Blue Eurovision entry (probably)
Bloody good show chortled the Prime Minister, and turned to flick the tip of his still smouldering ciggy into an elephant foot ashtray.
The cretins before him grovelled, snivelled and prostrated, happy to have been of some entertainment.
Do it again hissed Osbourne into the lead cretins ear, poking him viciously with a ski pole. Gathering up his multi coloured skirts the creature forlornly indicated his fellows back into position. The tiniest cretin struck up a jaunty air upon his Jews Harp and the troupe proceeded, once more, to perform their repulsive little commoners dance. The PM roared with delight and snapped his braces in approval, his immaculately clad foot tap tap tapping with not a trace of rhythm.