They came to him like a herd of hungry dogs at mealtime.
Yes Yes. Nip, nip, nip. Once Her Majesty has been exposed to press corps scandals, not even a smattering of finesse can dispel them from the smell.
Pax was shouting loudly at the Prime Minister over the foul smell emanating from Westminster. Boris stumbled and stumbled, changing his body weight like this.
we were back Sep 26 Summit Glasgow, apparently to talk about the fight against Climate changeMore specifically, how Britain was progressing while less responsible nations were still not doing their job.
Instead, here the prime minister had to say before a worldwide audience that Britain was ‘not remotely a corrupt country’ but had ‘parliamentary democracy and a very difficult system of inquiry’. In Moscow, Vladimir Putin will be taking a long slug of ice-cold stolichnaya and eating his sturgeon eggs.
Twice, Boris was given the opportunity to apologize for the terrible mess caused by Owen Patterson’s affair. Twice he refused. Instead, he faced a 22-minute test in which he looked as comfortable as a schoolboy in a hand-knit Guernsey sweater. How nice it would have been if he had come to the Commons on Monday to face the bricklayers.
Stuttering: PM in Glasgow. Henry Deeds writes, Pack was patting the Prime Minister about the foul smell emanating from Westminster
Each question began with a polite inquiry about the entire coop business. That’s why we were there, after all. But before the nitty-gritty they were just a delectable-bouquet. Bouncing off some underarm lobes before leaving to hit Lt Colombo’s shades. ‘Oh, just one more thing…’
ITV’s Robert Peston definitely makes a passable TV gumshoe, doesn’t it? Curly hair – check. Bedraggled clothes – check. A mild disorientation method capable of penetrating even the coldest cucumbers – check, check, check. He wondered whether the PM would apologise after the Speaker accused the House of defaming.
The PM unnecessarily created a ruckus. He said that he is very angry with those who break the rules. He put his faith in Labor MP Chris Bryant’s standards committee to push reform. This is what he had expressed zero confidence last week.
Beth had to leave from the sky then. He pulled out his lower jaw and flicked his nostrils. If someone was murmuring nearby, I would have believed that it would have hit the Prime Minister’s forehead. He thought of MPs ‘putting their work first’.
Do they think all their MPs did this? It was an apparent reference to former Attorney General Sir Geoffrey Cox, as this newspaper discovered this week for some extra-curricular legal work north of the nine hundred big ones during the pandemic. Gadzook. Blatter – who was representing OJ Simpson?
Boris changed the cap of his pen with a loud ‘click’. He shrugged his shoulders and waved his arms defensively. “I don’t want to comment on personal matters.
Twice, Boris was given the opportunity to apologize for the terrible mess caused by Owen Patterson’s affair. Twice he refused. Instead, he faced a 22-minute test in which he looked as comfortable as a schoolboy in a hand-knit Guernsey sweater.
He said, ‘I’m very, very sorry’. Definitely a first for the afternoon. ‘I’ll have to catch a climate-friendly mode of transport to get back to London’
He insisted that those who do not put their constituents first should face ‘reasonable sanctions’. I’m not Russell Grant, but it looked like Sir Loudmouth might soon take on Chiltern Hundred. He is resigning to all non-political idiots.
A woman (of all places!) from The Daily Telegraph pressed for an apology again. And then, the PM delivered a side-step worthy of rugby player Gareth Edwards. Even foreign hacks were coming in.
Someone from the France-Press agency asked whether the prime minister was confident that his own standards would be needed with any investigation. ‘All my announcements are in line with the rules’, he replied. He invited journalists to meet him. I’m sure the idea probably happened.
Moments later, Boris was shaking his face mask back. ‘I’m very, very sorry’, he said. Definitely a first for the afternoon. ‘I have to go back to London and take a climate-friendly mode of transport.’
No private jets this time, in other words. Oh dear. From the sound of it a hot G&T to super and a moldy West Coast train line sarnie. And with that, whoosh! He walked off the stage, around the dog track faster than a rabbit.