Who does this Welsh Windbag think he is?
To be honest, I haven’t paid much attention to Labour’s leadership contest up until now. Why intrude on private grief?
And, anyway, it’s August. Who the hell’s interested in politics when the temperature is in the 80s and there’s a bank Holiday coming up?
Like most people, I’m assuming Comrade Corbyn will win comfortably — even allowing for his absurd sit-down stunt on the Six-Five Special this week. Oh, Mr Corbyn, what shall I do? I wanted to go to Newcastle, But you’re squatting by the loo!
Frankly, his opponent doesn’t seem up to much.
Until I saw a picture of owen Smith this week, I thought he was that gobby, gay Guardianista who had a hissy fit on Sky News and stomped off set because Mark Longhurst, an excellent presenter, had suggested in the wake of the orlando nightclub attack that Izal wanted to kill everyone, not just homosexuals. Apparently not. This other owen is a Welsh MP no one’s ever heard of, who is promising impertinently that if he wins he will do everything he can to stop brexit — despite the fact that it was traditional Labour voters who swung it in their millions for Leave.
Where do they find these people? No wonder Labour’s on the Last Train To Clarksville.