Well, thank god it is over. Another party conference, another ghastly experience. When I saw myself on TV trying to smile while The Lying Scotsman was churning out the usual garbage, I was nearly sick.
And what on earth was that business with his wife all about? So awful, so American. Don't get me wrong,Sarah is a real sweetie and I wouldn't mind rummaging around in her red box, but it is a typically low trick from the Lying Scotsman to trot her out before the public. If he really wanted to get some media attention she should have shown a bit more flesh, like the photo above. That way we wouldn't have lost the support of The Sun.
He is desperate, and it shows. He knows he is not up to the job, but can't bear to have someone truly talented, like me, do it for him. It is only a matter of time until he will once again be tossing cabers back at the croft, or whatever the jocks do for fun during the 11 months winter they have to endure.
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