I'm Not Needed Any More

There was a time when it seemed important to me that I should be here to respond to the nonsense put out by this person, who pretends to be a Hackney Councillor and to cohabit with my wife.


But looking at the comments posted on his imitation blog of late it seems to me that I have, so to speak, become a spare d**k at a wedding.

I think I'll take a break for a bit while decent, honest, sensible and principled members of the Labour Party continue to tear this stupid oaf to pieces. You guys do it so much more eloquently than I could ever do.

Bye the way (or btw as you young people like to put it), I take back all the nonsense I wrote about Hazel Blears. You understand that I just wanted the most right-wing candidate to win, so naturally I supported Hazel and encouraged you to vote for her. I'm really, honestly, truly sorry about the rubbish I wrote.

You were all right in the first place. Rita Tushingham's street urchin never had a cat's chance in hell of winning and I don't know why I didn't transfer my vote somewhere more sensible before.



Maybe it would have all turned out differently if that bloody Newsnight producer had exercised a little more thought. I MEAN FOR CHRISSAKE - HAVEN'T YOU EVER HEARD OF ALAN LADD?

Every morning at the House you could see her arrive, she stood 6 foot 6, weighed 245. Kind of broad at the shoulders, narrow at the hip and everybody knew you didn't give no lip to Big Haze. Big Haze. Big Haze. Big Bad Haze.