Tim Yeo
Timothy Stephen Kenneth Yeo (born 20 March 1945) is a British politician. A member of the Conservative Party, he was the Member of Parliament for the constituency of South Suffolk between United Kingdom general election, 1983 and 2015, when he was deselected by his constituency party.
Yeo served as the Minister for the Environment and Countryside from 1993 to 1994 in the government of Prime Minister John Major. He also served in the Shadow Cabinet from 1998 to 2005 under Conservative Party leaders William Hague, Iain Duncan Smith and Michael Howard.
Early life
Yeo was educated at Charterhouse School, before going on to Emmanuel College at Cambridge University where he read History and graduated in 1968. At university he "did no work, got a poor degree and adored it".
From 1970–73, Yeo was Assistant Treasurer of Bankers Trust Company. Then, from 1975–86, he was a Director of Worcester Engineering Company. From 1980–83, he was Chief Executive of the Spastics Society (now known as Scope).
Podcasts:
Famous quotes by Tim Yeo:
-
by Tom-oh
-
by Tom-oh
-
by Tom-oh
Spitting Fuego
by: Tom-ohSay hi to a boss, listen to me spit it I'ma kill it's a given just don't press pause, spit them bars,
Don't go soft when shit geT's hard.
I'ma just grind till the day I die turn water into wine so it's free when I dine out, so new to the game but I tried out, now I hit grandslams while they fly out.
Everybody checkin for the beats that I be wreckin wait a second lemme show you all the beats that I rhyme on, volume up all the way on the iPod, frat star boy witta flow like my god.
I'm ripped, but the bong stay lit, don't blood don't crip I'm white as shit.
Suck it up and just take a hit, do it fast or I'm takin it.
The Ladies think, that I'm out this world, some uh dem call me an Avatar,
Spaceship double as a racin whip, you don't even have a car.
Pop champagne till the death uh me, throw the cork in garbage, rest in peace.
Neva next to leave, always last, ya girl texts me when she wants some ass.
Uh huh, take ya hoe, it's better if you listened to the radio, they don't me play me yo, I'm still waitin fo, a dotted line for my name to go and get,
Signed, got me thinkin I'm gon be next in line, like L O L JK smiley I'm lyin but I'm tryin too.
Word from my lady she don't like it on top, so I roll down the roof uh the coup when it's hot.
I drop that shit, take a rasta rip, getta cloud around the whip like a martian bitch.
Take off from the line like a coke head, pull my hat down low on the forhead,
You get no head, decapitated, when girls gimmie brains, they feel famous.
I get faded, you just a loser, drunken baller, Carlos Boozer.
Facebook users like my page, this beat's sick, might have AIDS.
I get paid, for jammin on the stage, all my friends gettin minimum wage.
I write and rhymes and blaze, blunts overs jays, rooms filled with haze, got weed for days.
Son, G's always tryna take me one on one, cuz I bang their bitch like they bang their guns.
Just for fun, startin beef, put it on a bun sit down to eat.
No parakeet, is flyer than me, I'm who my peers inspires to be.
I'll give you props if you're higher than me, cuz anyone who says that is a liar to me.
Turnin heads, earnin bread, suck at school so I rhyme instead.
Everybody tell me that I'm iller than the rest cuz I spit shit quick no saliva left.
I needa breathe, a ball for stress, a moment away from my computer desk.