I'm going to vote Gavin anyway - rarely do the people have the chance to cause a constitutional crisis. That power normally vests in the political classes
Anyway. New information floats up like a bloated corpse after a shipwreck.
And it turns out the absolutely hilarious part of the whole Gavin affair is that we've now found out who the tenant was. Or is. And it's not some fucking randomer. It's Niall fucking Donald - deputy editor for the Sunday fucking World. As in, a journalist for a major national newspaper. And someone who was merrily telling this tale as a story around the newsroom.
Which makes me wonder how the fuck oul Jimmy thought it would never come out. Or how they sat on this for so long.
The party definitely knew fairly quickly. Someone kicked him under the bus, hoping he'd drag Michael and Jack down with him.
Anyway. New information floats up like a bloated corpse after a shipwreck.
And it turns out the absolutely hilarious part of the whole Gavin affair is that we've now found out who the tenant was. Or is. And it's not some fucking randomer. It's Niall fucking Donald - deputy editor for the Sunday fucking World. As in, a journalist for a major national newspaper. And someone who was merrily telling this tale as a story around the newsroom.
Which makes me wonder how the fuck oul Jimmy thought it would never come out. Or how they sat on this for so long.
The party definitely knew fairly quickly. Someone kicked him under the bus, hoping he'd drag Michael and Jack down with him.
Oh sweet meteor of death
Fall upon us.
Deliver us in fire
To Peace everlasting.
Fall upon us.
Deliver us in fire
To Peace everlasting.