Inadvertently tuned to Dimbleby minor in the car, Any Approved Questions, and that revolting piece of shit, Blunkett, was on, burbling in that pained, simmering angry way of his; fatuous horseshit, how on Earth did he ever get elected to anything, worthless whining git, stupid, stupid, stupid.
I missed whatever the approved question was, something to do with Cameron's man, Coulson, I guess but Blind Boy was well into his stammering stride .........and there's loads of people, on Twitter and blogging and so on and they don't even have any journalistic qualifications.
A so-called Labour politician, decrying the citizen journalist, the pamphleteer, the iconoclast. At least they can read and write, arsehole, and at least they don't work for Rupert Filth.
If ever we doubt the death of the Labour Party, should ChumbaWumba and Balls and the wretched Miliband fail to convince, we need, to have it confirmed, only study the wit and wisdom of this ugly, nasty, embittered old slag.