This probably belongs here.
The UKIP open-top bus just made its way down my road playing an annoyingly loud recording of either Cameron or Farage (as we know one cunt sounds very much like another).
It was so loud and so annoying that it brought me to my front door to see what was going on.
As it passed my house, I thought about heckling the solitary old bloke on the top deck of the bus who, aping the Queen, was deigning to wave at nobody in particular.
I decided to keep my counsel until, as he passed the tree outside my house the overhangs our tiny road, he was struck on the head by one of the branches.
I shouted "Karma. Twat."
And went back inside laughing my head off.