The Minister’s Wife had to help me to bed last night at 7.30pm after I had spent an al fresco afternoon drinking one too many bottles of Merlot with a BBC News reporter. In doing so, she made the never-before-levied allegation that the Minister is a lightweight.
Hurt and wounded, I feel I should point out that it was the BBC News reporter, not me, who missed their stop on the train home. I made it across and out of London without incident. That my stop is also the end of the line has nothing to do with it…
I’m just surprised that the First Lady of the Ministry is so understanding about your drinking pals, assuming this BBC reporter was a woman?
I couldn’t agree more: you fed alcohol to a BBC reporter, and all we got was this post? Your wife must be livid.
Where are the accusations about the amount of time it takes Natasha Kaplinsky’s hairdresser to whip her hair into those soft peaks? Was there really no confirmation as to the rumours surrounding the commissioning of Monkey Tennis? Did you not ask about the point of Jeremy Bowen? Not even a single fucking anecdote about the state of the BBC canteen.