V/O - The Diary of George Galloway. Monday
GEORGE - Since I refused to have a debate with an Israeli I have faced extreme criticism, which left me with two choices; either take the cowards way out and go into hiding or leave no stone unturned in my pursuit to justify my actions, and maybe in the process bring peace to two warring nations. Things were going well in my hide out until the bin men collected my rubbish. Apparently the empty bottle of alcohol I brought back from Ireland needed to be recycled. He kept trying to make me see his point of view. I was going to justify my actions and maybe even solve the recycling problem in the process but I do not debate about Baileys
V/O - Tuesday
GEORGE - I woke up today and saw a leaflet had been posted by a local salon promoting Brazilian waxing - clearly a commentary on the Israeli desire to take the Strip. I tried to stop the culprit - or postman as he called himself - and I asked what he was posting the leaflets for, which he replied "minimum wage" I had a clever reply ready in my wit barrel that not only would have won the argument but would have changed the face of comedy forever but I had just got out of bed and I do not debate whilst wearing onesies
V/O - Wednesday
GEORGE - I was minding my own business watching homes under the hammer, feeling mislead that the show was not about demolition, when I saw someone on a bike taking photographs of my house. Being the moral crusader that I am I grabbed my BMX and chased after her. When I caught her she told me she heard rumours of a celebrity living in the house and thought it was her favourite One Direction member Harry. I could have explained why Zayn is the driving force in One Direction and in the process rocked her world but instead I showed her how to do wheelies, which one cannot do whilst debating
V/O - Thursday
GEORGE - I have decided that I need to relax more and have some George time. So I threw on a face pack, braided my beard, and phoned Jeremy Paxman when I knew he wouldn't answer so I could leave a message saying "Answer me. Answer me". That never gets old. Then I made some popcorn and watched my favourite Bruce Lee movie The Way of The Dragon. What a night! But then I had a dream about the worlds best martial artist and several of his clones asking me to defend my stance on some hot political issues I could have won the argument and changed the face of dream politics in the process but I do not debate with Chuck Norris'
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