Oi! Bloke in a dress

Remember when Eddie Izzard was funny? Really, really funny? Remember all that stuff about Sean Connery and Noah's ark, dogs in cars, and Steve the Bird travelling on an aeroplane? And Mrs Badcrumble? And the Emperor Mr Dog?

Ah, you had to be there.

And CF often was: saw him live at least 7 or 8 times, crying with laughter at the endless stream of conciousness. It was probably the fact that everything he was saying was so utterly surreal, such complete fantasist nonsense, that made him so amusing.

So, what happened, Eddie?

Why are we being treated to another stream of utter bollocks, that isn't remotely fucking funny?

Yes, the 'bloke in a dress' has taken the Broon shilling, and recorded a party election broadcast for the Labour party. For fuck's sake.

And, as is fucking tediously usual with the Labour gang, he doesn't waste much time talking about his paymasters' acheivements in the last 13 years, and he doesn't bother to outline what the woeful and corrupt Labour party might do if they got back into power.  Oh no, sod that.

Nah, Eddie takes the easy, predictable route, and slags off the Tories instead.

"The Tories are going to hit us with lots of posters and adverts in this election. They can do this because they have got shedloads of money to spend on making themsleves look good,"

Oh, is that why we should vote Labour, Ed?

Does he say anything fresh, amusing or witty?

""These people are still Thatcher's children... be afraid, be very afraid... [they are the] Tories of old with new suits on.""

Nope. He doesn't.

Eddie, what the fuck is going on? Fuck off and keep your tedious, tired, sub-Ben Elton views to yourself. Fuck off.

If we need a plump, failed comedian telling us how to vote, we'll give you a call, luvvie.

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