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Sadness
By Andy | June 2, 2009
I’ve given up trying to work out just what is going on in the asylum (let alone speculating on who’s running it).
Today’s events are sad on a couple of accounts.
I’m sad to see Tom Watson leave government. There should be a place for him. Steering ITC policy was a good thing for Tom to do. Goodness knows who will do this now.
I’m even more sad to see that Beverly Hughes has decided to stand down. Bev has had her problems but she has been a fine MP and Minster. I wish there were more decent human beings — like Bev — in Parliament. Children — and the world of Children’s Services — will be worse off without her. I wish her all the best for the future.
Topics: Westminster Village |
June 9th, 2009 at 8:34 pm
Well, at long last the wretches of the Blairite wing seem to have shot themselves in the foot.
The Poision Dwarf sashays out wearing a broach which according to Kevin Maguire of the Daily Mirror cost £180. That would be nearly three weeks JSA money if anyone made redundant from LVA wanted to make a similar silly point “Rocking The Boat” indeed.
We can easily gloss over the tantrums of ther dear friend and fellow “Divison Belle” Caroline Flint, who looks an even bigger fool than Blears - and that can’t be an easy trick.
Thursday bought the Captain Oates moment when Jimmy “Torry boy” Purnell flounced out, having advised News International a minute or do before Brown.
Poor Jim: I’m very worried about him: he couldn’t manage on £143K without poncing off us for his “grocery bills” and “cleaning”. Now he will only get £64K. perhaps he could get a paper round? or perhaps mummy and daddy will give him extra pocket money.
I think that was my favourite moment - especially when the poor schmuk realised that Have-A-Banana-Miliband and Andy “Where’s my Mascara?” Burnham wouldn’t be joining him. At last a great big painful boil on the arse of the Labour party has been lanced and all the pus has escaped. Rejoice at that news, Andy!
Poor old Purnell. We will never see his like again. Not if we play our cards right….
Next day it was goodbye to Geoffrey Hoon, Pop-eyed Hutton and Tony McNulty: Interesting that they all tried to dress it up as “principle” when all these guttersnipes had been emeshed in the expenses scandal. And they wouldn’t know what principle was.
In London though, we still had a few more of the ghastly old waxworks crawling out of the paving stones. Stephen Byers, Barry Sheerman and Clive Soley as was wrote a “helpful” letter to the London Evening Standard on Monday of the “Gordon must go” variety. A not very intelligent man, Clive R. Soley even signed his letter “Lord Soley” not realising that it is the convention just to sign your surname if a Lord i.e. Soley. Still he only get the enoblement from Blair for services to boot-licking.
Not to forget dear raddled old Frank Field. He’s still at it. As somebody once said about somebody “he can’t see a belt without hitting below it”.
Anyway, the last of the Blairites can now go back to their coffins till they let all their venom come out after the general election.