Emmys
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WTF Lords a Leaping Special
Hallo Readers, When WTF first went to university and got her first cheque-book, she found it terribly exciting that you could scribble your name on an oblong piece of pink paper and get things. By the end of the first… Continue reading
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WTF Mega-Awards Special
Hallo Readers, What sort of lawyer do you get when you are not prepared to pay your bills or to allow your attorney to behave rationally? Answer – you get Michael Cohen. You get Rudy Giuliani. You get Sidney Powell.… Continue reading
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WTF Not So Special Relationship Special
Hallo Readers, It is clear that Joe Biden has little time for Boris Johnson. Not only is Johnson a blowhard and a buffoon, whom he once described as a clone of Donald Trump, but in 2008, Johnson was profoundly offensive about Barack Obama, sneering that… Continue reading
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WTF Eleven Lords and Ladies Leaping Special
Hallo Readers, This week eleven Supreme Court Justices told Boris Johnson where to put his prorogation of Parliament. The Court unanimously took the view that it had been done for an improper purpose, namely to avoid Parliamentary scrutiny, and that the prorogation was… Continue reading
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WTF Supreme Special
Hallo Readers, The whole process of appointing the slimy, evasive, God-bothering, Brett Kavanaugh to the US Supreme Court has been a complete farce. He may deny it, but everyone knows that he has been chosen to roll back Roe v Wade, the… Continue reading
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WTF Fiddler’s Elbow Special
Hallo Readers, Politicians lie. They just do. Lawyers, who are generally regarded as lower than a snake’s belly, are grateful for politicians because otherwise they would the most reviled group in society rather than the second one. Sometimes politicians lie to get… Continue reading
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WTF Big Sam Special
Hallo Readers, WTF has just returned from the US where the UK’s national game, football, is referred to as “soccer”. Which is just so wrong. What the US calls “football” is basically unarmed combat where men the size of small trucks run into… Continue reading