Speaking on the non strategic defence review, Lord Roberston of Dunblane, aka ArseFace, introduced himself by declaring, in his dreadful, self-important whine, an interest: I am wholly owned by a US Defence Corporation. The ghastly little shit, Lord Boateng of Gob and Bullying, didn't speak. For a fucking change. Both, as befits NewLabour Grandees, were expensively clad, obnoxious, know-it-alls, unrepentant, though the country lies Ruined, at their greedy, bloody hands; stalwarts of the Byers-Hoon-Hewitt shame-free, post-retirement activities industry - ugly, warmongering, degenerate, thieving fucking bastards.
It is pure coincidence, on a historical note, that George ArseFace, was suddenly whipped away from being a Westminster MP to become Nato supremo, just as peeople were asking questions about his connections to the author of the Dunblane School Massacre, the nonce, Thomas Hamilton, whose firearms certificate application he supported. Pure coincidence. That'll be why the Dunblane papers are sealed for seventy-five years.
*Old gargoyles, off Thatcher's cathedral, a phrase from mr yardarm describing the ghastly old toads, Heseltine, Young and the dreadful Maude, now rehabilitated by CallHimDave, the famous Eton fuckwit.