“A huge load of crap was going to fall on my head…”
Would that it were so.
John Prescott, anticipating his fate in the latter years of his ‘Deputy Premiership’. I’ve always thought of Prescott as a necessary evil. Rough around the edges to the degree that he was able to assuage the fears of traditional Labour supporters that the Chianti set were not going to sell out on hard won Socialist achievements. From 1997, as time went on and it became clear that his role was increasingly redundant. New Labour took hold and, for good or ill, a significant section of the electorate held faith. Prescott lost his mind and gave into the excesses of his ill-deserved feather bed at the heart of government. The Secretary Shagging told us all we needed to know. Now, out-of-power and desperate to keep himself in the ’style’ to which he’s become accustomed he decides to publish his grubby little book in the futile belief that we want to buy it. What a delusional windbag he is. Supposedly a stalwart of ‘traditional values in a modern setting’ he sticks the knife into his party leader when Gordon’s already busy trying to remove several others inserted by other ‘Labour supporters’. Don’t buy his book.
Prescott you are a scumbag.
And relax.
Bignjuicy
Modern Musings Mediated