“To be honest, what I’ve seen offends my Presbyterian conscience.”
So allegedly said Gordo to Mr Marr this morning.
Good Lord. I don’t even know where to start; and being overcome with pollen allergy, I won’t try. Except to say we all know what people really mean when they qualify their words with “To be honest.”
Anyone see the full interview?
… today’s Torygraph story about Labour MP and Socialist Campaign Group member Frank Cook expecting the taxpayer to cover a £5 “donation” he made to a House of God fund reminds me of an anecdote Iheard told by Gyles Brandreth one delightful evening.
Back in his parliamentary days, he narrated, he had been desperately trying to figure out how to avoid paying constant amounts of cash into various community raffles. The plight of an MP, he told us, was underrated in this regard; constituents forever expected one to have contributed generously to their latest collective enterprise.
“Oh you don’t have to buy all those raffle tickets” assured PM Major.
“But I do! They’ll crucify me otherwise” cried Brandreth.
“No no” said Major, “You just carry around a back up supply of variously coloured raffle tickets”, and pulled from a top pocket such a collection, ready for their devious use.
Maybe it worked better on the night.