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What an embarrassing cock he is.

A classic Masterclass in Self-Inflicted Damage..

Act I – The Calm Before the Obvious
Sir Keir Starmer, 'bullish and unflappable', peers into the past and decides the future of Labour credibility can safely include Peter Mandelson..lol. A man so steeped in controversy he practically comes with his own risk register. What could possibly go wrong?

Act II – Shock at the Entirely Predictable
Documents surface. Epstein. Emails. Warm familiarity. Labour reacts with genuine surprise, which is impressive considering this is the same man who has resigned more times than most people change phones.

Act III – The $75,000 Vanishing Act
Then comes the money. $75,000. Not a rounding error. Not “lunch money”.
Forgotten.
Apparently entered Mandelson’s life, waved politely, and exited without leaving a single cognitive footprint. An astonishing medical condition, this selective financial amnesia — one wonders why the NHS hasn’t studied it.

Act IV – Damage Control, But Make It Noble
Starmer drops him. Swiftly. Cleanly. With the air of someone annoyed that gravity continues to function.
Mandelson, sensing the mood, resigns from the Labour Party “to avoid embarrassment”, bravely stepping away after the embarrassment has completed several laps of the media cycle.

What’s most troubling is the complacency. Keir Starmer appears to believe he can still place his inner circle into highly influential positions as if political favours, old deals, and personal relationships are a substitute for proper scrutiny. It speaks to an assumption of power rather than an exercise of responsibility.
That this can still happen in plain sight is frankly shameful. It reinforces the perception that our government continues to tolerate deeply flawed, insular systems where the same figures circulate through positions of influence without rigorous, transparent checks. These aren’t oversights; they are structural failures. And until those frameworks are dismantled, the public is left watching the same patterns of quiet patronage and recycled authority play out, again and again.

It's seems - If you pretend not to remember long enough, eventually someone will stop asking or promote you.

You wait . We havent seen the end of Angela Raynor either...
This stuff reminds me of the sketch they used to do on (Little Britain?) when the politician would walk down his drive at his country pad, family either side, to talk to waiting reporters. He would start reading a prepared statement along the lines of

'I would like to address the reports that suggest I was partaking in unsavory activity on the night of Thursday 4 July within the establishment known as Busty Brenda's Massage. For a long time now, I have suffered from a sore knee. One of Brenda's staff, known as Happy Ending Helen, was simply assisting me relieve the tension ... in my knee. Thank you.'

Then he and the family would about turn and walk back up the drive.
 
I see fergie had her hands in his pockets regularly too. Seems half of his powerful friends were simply milking him on a regular basis.
 
I wonder if the media are committing an offence by publishing Mandy in his underwear. Haven’t Labour just made that illegal.
 
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