
ITTODBTBIA invites guest columnist Londonella Upperarse to reflect on the tragic death of Steven Gately …
Where’s that sodding brief …? Fucking hell! They want how many bloody words? Jesus! By four p.m.? For Christ’s sake … I’m supposed to be meeting Ghastliana at La Bamba for lunch … ARSE! Right …
If we are to believe a Spanish coroner, Boyzone singer Steven Gately died of natural causes in his Majorca holiday apartment several days ago (Wikipedia’s down, so fuck knows when he carked it). However, one only has to look at the seedy underbelly of Gately’s life to see this verdict for the sham it is. It is clear to this writer that Gately died as a result of his evil, depraved, immoral (Lucy – shove another couple of adjectives in there, can you – Roget’s is acting up, there’s a sweetie) lifestyle. Indeed, his untimely death at the age of thirty something (Wikipedia’s down) has, to my mind, highlighted a serious flaw in the ‘civil partnership’ system Gordon Brown and his cronies – or Tony Blair and his cronies (Wikipedia’s down) – foisted on us just a few short years ago.
You see, unlike marriage – proper marriage, the sacred bond betwixt man and wife – these homosexual ‘partnerships’ lead to instant death.
Too strong? Then may I point you in the direction of Little Britain’s Matt Lucas and his partner, Kevin Keegan (that’s right, isn’t it?). Lucas and Keegan married in sin in 200- (Wikipedia’s down), and within several months (Wikipedia’s down), they were ‘divorced’ – a ridiculous notion, considering they were never married in the first place, in my opinion. No doubt Keegan, being a homosexual, had already begun to look around him for other homosexuals to pray on (as is their way), and his ‘lover’ got wind of it. I have no evidence for this, but that doesn’t stop me stating – as fact – that this was what lead to the break-up of their so-called ‘civil partnership’. And then look what happens:
Within some months (Wikipedia’s down), Keegan was dead. Killed, no doubt, by an overdose of disgusting homosexual sex and the drug abuse that this sort of vile lifestyle brings with it, probably. Healthy young men of the age of twenty or thirty something (Lucy, can you check this? Wikipedia’s down) don’t just die, no. Their evil homosexuality condemns them to an early death through depravity.
And what makes it worse is that this Keegan was living off the state at the time of his death, I have no doubt. Not content with going against God’s command (can you shove that bit in from the Bible where it has a go at the woofters, Lucy? Thanks!), this Keegan also thought it was acceptable to sponge off a society he had no intention of contributing to. Like a single mother – only male, without a baby – Keegan probably used the disability of homosexuality to jump the queue and get his foot on the top rung of the social housing ladder. If that’s what England’s become, can the last honest, decent, hard-working person please turn out the lights when they leave the country? Because if it is, there’s clearly no hope blah blah blah (Lucy – can you fill the rest of this in with one of our standard going to the dogs diatribes? I can’t be arsed, love, I need to get to a lunch meeting).
It doesn’t surprise this writer that Gately and his sort die sad, lonely deaths. Thanks to New Labour’s mission to hand every tin-pot minority group a set of rights they don’t deserve, young Irish singers will continue to die in the sex-pest, New Labour gutter. The rot set in when they banned fox-hunting, and the next thing we know it’s stealth taxes, health and safety regulations, political correctness gone mad, the nanny state and depraved homosexual hoodies stabbing pensioners in shopping centres.
Gone is the England of Churchill; in its place is a mire of look I’m going to have to get to this lunch meeting.
Londonella Upperarse writes for the Daily Mail, the Daily Express and the British National Party Morning Star. Her column, Hell In A Handcart, appears every Tuesday next to that one about Princess Diana’s death being the cause of rocketing house prices.
