They don't work...
...my Wacky Jaqui doll is just about worn out and she seems as healthy as ever.
Ooops are they my chicken entrails in the pocket.
Preposterous presidential playboy Nicolas Sarkozy is not amused by a voodoo doll of himself for sale in French bookshops, and has demanded the pernicious pin-based product is pulled from the shelves, er, post-haste. The dolls, according to the Times (which displays a lovely picture), are being sold along with a handy set of …
All you need is something of the head, something of the thread, something of the body and something of the dead.
I suggest Sarko's toupee, his pearly-white bra, his spit collected from a bar wall and a bone chip from his dead grandfather. Of course you'll have to get quite close for this little lot to work. On the same screen as him, certainly.
For those of you who don't get this, it's a joke, I in no way condone theft of personal items or necromancy.
Also, for those of you about to ask, there's your IT angle.
Mines the one with a book in the pocket entitled "Big Whoop: Unclaimed Bonanza or Myth?"
What. The. Fuck ?
Celebrities (and that includes world leaders) BELONG to us, the general public. We are the ones who made them famous, and we are the ones who can return them to obscurity on a whim. We OWN them.
Unauthorised use of his image, my arse. His image is OURS, to do whatever the fuck we want with. That goes with the territory. If he can't stand a little piss-taking, then he should never have stood for office in the first place.
Poor Little Sarko can't take a bit of baiting ? Well, tough ! He should of thought of that before marrying Carla Bruni and becoming Le President (isn't that make of cheese ?). The press coverage of those two events alone will guarantee his unfunny mug will appear in the popular press for a couple of years more at least. Get with the program, Sarko, and start ripping the piss out of yourself and join in with the rest of us !!
Alternatively get him to blow his considerable nose on your hankie, collect the skull of one of his dead parents, steal his undies when he bends down, trap his crispy beard bits in an elevator, add this plus a doll to a patented JuJu bag and voila! All you have to do now is pull it's leg off and Sarkozsky will admit he's your evil brother Chuckie, although he will return in fiery beard zombie-form for a sequel.
Your writing gives me stiffness:
"Preposterous presidential playboy Nicolas Sarkozy is not amused by a voodoo doll of himself for sale in French bookshops, and has demanded the pernicious pin-based product is pulled from the shelves, er, post-haste."
Musical aliteration, absolutely musical.
Keep up the killer articles; love 'em. If only more journos could dish out a bit of well-worded ridicule like this more often. That's why I read The Reg, sterling stuff. Cheers.