Jubi-fuck-ilation.

With a name like MacGregor, it's hardly surprising that I'm no royalist. 'S rioghal mo dhream and all that, meaning, royal is my race, for the non Scots amongst you.
So what the actual fuck? This Jubilee is doing my fucking head in. If I see another bit of plastic bunting tied to a fucking lampost I'm seriously going to string up the cunt that hung it there. Wake up people! The Jubilee was invented by Poundshop, Iceland and Asda to get us all buying cheap tat and frozen sausage rolls. It's clearly worked an aw! But just so as all that reconstituted pork isn't going to waste, I propose you all have a bash in my honour. (I know some of you have been bashing in my honour for some time now and the thought is appreciated.)
This could take the form of a street party, if you like. Not advisable in certain inner cities, but that's up to yersel. I take no responsibility for anything that happens when all yer hooses are empty.
Those more savvy, may decide to just have a wee soiree in the back garden. Fine by me.
Get together with your clan, have a wee toast to Judas MacGregor, the true King of Scotland.
Slangevar!
Judas xx (HRH to you...His Royal Hotness)

Dinner with the PM £250,000..what the fuck?

My Twitter chums will know that these days my rants, or gems of wisdom as I prefer to call them, have been mostly about our darling Prime Minister, Gentleman Dave...or David Cameron to you and me.

Here's the rub. If you donate 250 big ones to the tory party, you get dinner with Dave in his private chambers. It's like..prostitution on a Westminster scale, and while I'm not willing to tart myself about like Dave does, it got me to thinking...if there's dosh to made from dining with folk willing to donate to your "cause"...why can't I have a bit of that action?
so here's the price list:
£100 fuck off...dream on, baby.
£1000 gets you dinner (probably chips) and 5 minutes of my company.
£10,000 gets you dinner (probably a fish supper) 10 minutes with me and a photee to impress yer pals with.
£100,000...the worlds yer oyster..well, not really. Oysters are over rated..Half an hour with me and a proper nice takeaway of your choice.
As you can see I am considerably cheaper that Dave, and fuck knows, a damn sight better looking.

Judas MacGregor

Big Deal Lust For Vengeance by Katsura and Yuramei

There will be no stopping me...

Got this shit as a phone app so prepare yourself for much randomness from me, babies.

Blog Off

When a woman who speaks fluent French (and writes very sexy books) suggests you get a blog, the wise man goes ahead and gets one. I'm a sucker for an accent and have always been more of a wise guy than a wise man, but here's my blog anyway.
Those who already know me from twitter, will be aware that I talk shite and ramble about politics. I also hit on anything that moves. Those are actually my good points.
If you know me from the book I appear in, you'll have already seen my cock. You have me at a disadvantage.
I'm not asking to see your extremities, you understand, but lets just get to know each other a little better.
Come over to twitter, knock on the door marked @JudasMacGregor and tell them Jude sent you. Bob's yer uncle, you'll have a friend for life.
Nuff said. This is just an intro,
kiss kiss,

Judas MacGregor