WHAT A CRACK

This week was the 17th anniversary of THAT punch. It’s the one thing people always ask me about. Many ask why I lashed out. They’re surprised to hear I actually thought I’d been shot! The crack of the egg on my ear sounded like a gunshot and I thought the yolk dripping down my neck was blood. When a panicked Tony Blair rang me to ask why I punched the guy, I replied “you told us connect with the to electorate, so I did!” What you don’t know is that my visit the next day had to be cancelled. I was due to visit a company in Derby. Called Egg.