(sung to The Twelve Days of Christmas)
On the first day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
Boris Johnson stuck up a tree
On the second day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
Murdoch gets a shove
And Boris Johnson stuck up a tree
On the third day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
Tories in the Thames
Rupert gets a shove
And Boris Johnson stuck up a tree
On the fourth day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
Lords flushed like curds
Tories in the Thames
Rupert gets a shove
And Boris Johnson stuck up a tree
On the fifth day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
Rees! Mogg! Mings!
Not really curds
Tories in the Thames
Rupert gets a shove
And Boris Johnson stuck up a tree
On the sixth day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
Donors, tax a-paying
Rees! Mogg! Mings!
Lords flushed like curds
Tories in the Thames
Rupert gets a shove
And Boris Johnson stuck up a tree
On the seventh day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
Gove’s head a-swimming
Donors, tax a-paying
Rees! Mogg! Mings!
It’s a play on words
Tories in the Thames
Rupert gets a shove
And Boris Johnson stuck up a tree
On the eighth day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
Communities rebuilding
Gove’s head a-swimming
Donors, tax a-paying
Rees! Mogg! Mings!
Lords flushed like curds
Tories in the Thames
Rupert gets a shove
And Boris Johnson stuck up a tree
On the ninth day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
Socialists advancing
Communities rebuilding
Gove’s head a-swimming
Through the nose, they’re paying
Rees! Mogg! Mings!
I know it isn’t curds
Tories in the Thames
Rupert gets a shove
And Boris Johnson stuck up a tree
On the tenth day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
Conservatives a-weeping
Socialists advancing
Communities rebuilding
Gove’s head a-swimming
Donors, tax a-paying
Rees! Mogg! Mings!
Censorship’s absurd
Tories in the Thames
Rupert gets a shove
And Boris Johnson stuck up a tree
On the 11th day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
Media pundits griping
Conservatives a-weeping
Socialists advancing
Communities rebuilding
Gove’s head a-swimming
Donors, tax a-paying
Rees! Mogg! Mings!
Flushed like lemon curds
Tories in the Thames
Rupert gets a shove
And Boris Johnson stuck up a tree
On the 12th day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
Starmer’s karma coming
Media pundits griping
Conservatives a-weeping
Socialists advancing
Communities rebuilding
Gove’s head a-swimming
Boy, are they paying
Rees! Mogg! Mings!
That word that rhymes with curds
Tories in the Thames
Rupert gets a shove
And Boris Johnson stuck up a tree …
And Boris Johnson stuck up a tree!
Born and living in North Wales, my views have always been socialist.
Life is a struggle. There is always something.
I’ve worked in a lot of places, and my experience has taught me that if you want a fair society, you have to fight for it, constantly. Complacency is a killer, particularly as a society enters its final stages – as I suspect the case may be for us.
My backgrounds are in languages, nerd culture, hypnosis, the occult, and LGBTQIA+ communities. I also look out for topics of interest to people with mental disabilities, particularly autism and DID.
Where I express an opinion, it is entirely my own, and not that of the magazine or its editorial staff.