What...what...WHAT was it like to be Sarah Brown this morning? Kids crying, marital kingsize double smashed to smithereens, duvet ripped to shreds, her husband the hero, a deflated blancmange of political self-harm, slumped by her side. What a morning after. Gordy licking bleeding stumps where once there were chewed finger nails, undone by a short fuse and not one but two tiny OAPs: Rochdale's very own Gillian Duffy and Sky's very owner Keith Rupert Murdoch AC, KSG. All the carefully crafted PR and meticulously chosen red wedges in the world will not be able to put this particular humpty dumpty back together again. Can't wait for the debate.
Thursday 29 April 2010
Pillow Talk
What...what...WHAT was it like to be Sarah Brown this morning? Kids crying, marital kingsize double smashed to smithereens, duvet ripped to shreds, her husband the hero, a deflated blancmange of political self-harm, slumped by her side. What a morning after. Gordy licking bleeding stumps where once there were chewed finger nails, undone by a short fuse and not one but two tiny OAPs: Rochdale's very own Gillian Duffy and Sky's very owner Keith Rupert Murdoch AC, KSG. All the carefully crafted PR and meticulously chosen red wedges in the world will not be able to put this particular humpty dumpty back together again. Can't wait for the debate.
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