So, here we have Theresa May dancing away to Queens “Dancing Queen” only the hapless thing looked like an elderly woman who’d just dropped an acid tab and finished up on the stage at a Tory conference.
And if you look at all the social embarrassment and personal incompetence in the world, she just fashioned herself into this animated mannequin, and obviously someone, somewhere decided it was a great plan, and what’s more, Theresa May believed them.
Ordinarily, I’d say don’t give up your day job, but in this instance, I actually hope she does, she’s far better at dancing.
Look at her, she’s attempting to look like she’s got a sense of humour – she’s supposed to be our Prime Minister, not Mr Bean!
Theresa May how ridiculous could you possibly be, net alone embarrassing, you do know you actually can’t dance?
It’s like Star Trek: The Next Generation where data is given an upgrade to feel human. Theresa May kind of acted like a human, but she was sort of disturbing, awkward and unconvincing, this must be the new humour update.
Or it would seem that someone has reactivated her emotion chip. It needs a bug fix though, the new dance mode stops after a couple of swings. On the other hand, it could be a long-awaited pissed up nan version to give a more familiar feel for older users.
I’m surprised she doesn’t trip over her hands, her arms are just too long, like an Orangutan, and she’s got no rhythm, no spirit, no compassion and no understanding.
She should take a deep sigh and smile because honestly, your shrivelled little soul will appreciate it, but to be fair it makes me want to be sick, you know, it’s that stomach-twisting sensation you get when you watch her on TV attempting to be happy and entertaining, but really she’s as entertaining as Chlamydia, the only difference is, you can get rid of Chlamydia.
When all is said and done, the Dancing Queen is all about the Money, Money, Money, but we all know the Name of the Game and we’d don’t want to take a chance on her, because she’s no Super Trooper.
But the audacity of this woman beggars belief because the government have systematically slaughtered our Social Services and the backup systems that the old, disabled and vulnerable peopled depended on, and Theresa May is a brass face of a woman.
And it’s bad advice to whoever gave it to her, to dance like a drunken granny at an old people’s home Christmas party, particularly when carers are underpaid and understaffed, and have no time to clean up poo when she shits herself.
She actually does need to take some dancing lessons, and while she’s doing that, perhaps she should take some lessons in kindness, compassion, understanding, honesty and sincerity, then she might learn something, and she wouldn’t be dancing if she was waiting for her State Pension that the government have cheated thousands of British WASPI women out of.
But I’m glad she’s happy to dance onto the stage while people use food banks and the homeless sleep on the streets.
It’s like someone’s installed a corrupt version of Windows in her and she is malfunctioning. Iain Duncan Smith needs to get on the phone with the IT department and also needs to put a ticket in for an anti-virus scan, but then again I guess he’ll probably be too busy going house to house, robbing the food out of the hands of starving children, that he won’t be able to wait the 40 minutes for an IT technician to answer the telephone.
It must have been the Maybot Malfunction Manoeuvre, and we really should complain to Abba and hope that they sue her because clearly, they didn’t give permission for this classic track to suffer such degradation and disgrace?
We should really be horrified by this behaviour while she’s dancing away and while people are starving on the streets or on benefits. There appears to always be funds for new roads and railways and the military while people are dying on our streets, and whilst we might all find it a tad amusing that our Prime Minister, Theresa May is dancing and making a laughingstock of herself on stage, we shouldn’t be impressed to our Prime Minister referring to herself as our Queen!
It appears that politics is now our new rock, swaggering her stuff like a young Liam Gallagher going up to collect an unwanted Brit Award. Surely she could have picked a song by a British band? Dazed and Confused by Led Zeppelin comes to mind.
Theresa May is the last nail in the coffin for England, and instead of being our Prime Minister she should be dancing in a nightclub because she’s certainly not fit for her current position.