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Call the junk-monger

WHENEVER A PRIME Ministerial family is feeling a bit skint it has only to call for Lord Brownlow of Deep Pocket in the County of Dosh and those pecuniary blues will be magicked away. This former rozzer has never needed to importune a passing premier and offer to buy a peerage. He has achieved that status by selflessly helping out.

The noble gofer is apparently always on hand to assist however he can. Samantha Cameron, Theresa May and, most recently, the Prime Shit and

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