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There has been much talk this week of Macavity Brown laying low and hiding because the going is getting tough. This was one of his favourite tricks as Chancellor, but funnily enough people begin to ask questions when the Prime Minister and First Lord of the Treasury, the leader of a nation, the first amongst equals, is not seen in public for days on end. However panic not loyal subjects, the dear leader Kim Yong Broon is in fact alive and well... Well... not that well.
Instead of focusing on the economy, or dragging the reputation of Parliament out of the mud, dear old Gordo decided to meet some young movers and shakers in order to discuss that burning political issue - votes at 16. Via the excellent, yet sorely deluded blog of
Now TB would normally suggest that amateur rap and politics is never going to be a good combination, but once you get over initial wtf!?!? and mild cringe, there is something remarkably catchy about this little video from a couple of young conservatives across the pond:
Our very own
Apologies for the lack of blogging today, TB is attempting to pack up four years of accumilated junk into ikea bags and boxes. Not as much fun as it sounds.
Classic stuff from the great
Bracknell, Bromsgrove, Congleton, Gosport, Macclesfield, Norfolk South West, Skipton and Ripon, Sleaford and North Hykeham, Totnes, Woking.
All these ultra safe Tory seats are now up for grabs.
Someone call Dan Han.
TB was warned by a concerned friend, apparently in the know, that he is on "thin ice" with his defence of Ralph Buckle. Well hopefully this won't get him into further trouble.
"Gordon Brown is also backing United and will watch the game on television, his Downing Street spokesman confirmed."
Hat-Tip:
It's not very hard to spot the vicious political agenda behind Obama's nominee for the Supreme Court vacancy; Judge
Apologies for the light blogging over the weekend. TB has been enjoying his last few days in Edinburgh and just as he sat down earlier this afternoon to catch up with some stories, his wireless died. Again. Fast forward three hours and it's fixed, don't ask.
A ridiculous story has
Well that's the last time that TB puts up a story and then goes out for the afternoon. How charming to return home to being called a liar by none other than Kezia Dugdale, personal assistant to the upstanding and honourable Lord George Foulkes.
Someone should really sit Labour Chief Whip
Foulkes has made a complete arse of himself over the last few days. He should go and spend more time with his three salaries.
TB was out and about but just managed to get to a television in time to see the car crash TV that was Michael Martin's statement. Not only was it clear that he wasn't reading his own words but the questions afterwards were brutal. He had no idea how to handle the debate and had to rely on clerks. Surely he would have known what questions would be coming up and would have at least had a decent answer prepared if he thought he was going to go down with a fight.
Day two in now less than sunny Perth. Apologies for the lack of posts, TB's internet dongle isn't picking up much signal. Will do a full round up when he gets home tonight and lots to tell.
So which MSP and Spectator journalist got together for a midnight sing along on the guitar in the conference bar?
Tory Bear just finished university. Holy shit.
Well that was fun while it lasted. Having escaped the exam hell, instead of getting drunk like he normally would he got straight on a train up to Perth and is now enjoying stunning views of the Kingdom of Fife and Firth of Forth in all their splendid sunny glory. TB will be covering the conference with any juicy goss, news etc. He's also meant to be going on the radio tonight so will put up a link if that goes ahead.
TB needs to check in to the hotel and will then report back with some news. That's if the pass he applied for on Tuesday night has turned up...
Watch this space.
TB always knew man-flu was a real and very dangerous threat. At any one moment a man can be taken down with it and forced to retire to his bed for at least 36 hours of whimpering. The only known cure for man-flu is hot scotch mixed with Lemsip and a constant supply of Tunes fed to him like grapes at a Roman orgy. And now finally here is the proof of it's existence. Those days when women could say "man-up, it's just a cold" are very much over.
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