'ckin' 'ell, Gordon
Only the second day into my work experience at The Guardian and by half past eleven this very morn, it was all hands on deck and to the barricades when our Lord Protector in his finite wisdom did... well, he went and did a silly thing, Dmitri.
As I slouched in my swivel chair, staring at the BBC's live coverage of this Rochdale woman's front door as Brown spent the better part of an hour inside her house burying the body hatchet before coming out all smiles, I was trying to remember where I'd seen this sort of thing before or perhaps whether a decent spin doctor might be in order. Life don't imitate art, son. IT CONSUMES IT.
Roll on, the rest of my week.
As I slouched in my swivel chair, staring at the BBC's live coverage of this Rochdale woman's front door as Brown spent the better part of an hour inside her house burying the body hatchet before coming out all smiles, I was trying to remember where I'd seen this sort of thing before or perhaps whether a decent spin doctor might be in order. Life don't imitate art, son. IT CONSUMES IT.
Roll on, the rest of my week.