How the Sunday Mirror reporter must have laughed (or maybe cried) when she received a text of Brooks Nomark with his pants down. Seemingly the ex "Minister for Civil Society" whatever that is, thought he was going to be getting it on with some sexy young Tory activist... but was mistaken.
Now he is spending more time with the family with which, hitherto, he clearly wished to spend less time.
It says something about the man's ego that, given that he is past his first flushes of youth, he would seriously think that a young lass would be interested in looking at texted pictures of his privates for the sheer joy of it. Did he never think.... nah... can't be... must be an ulterior motive?
Anyway, what was the minister for civil society at all?
Answers on a post card.
In more general terms, isn't the Tory Party Conference going well... sex scandals and defections to UKIP. Even the thought of killing foreigners hasn't cheered them up this time.
Now he is spending more time with the family with which, hitherto, he clearly wished to spend less time.
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| Corrr..... |
Anyway, what was the minister for civil society at all?
Answers on a post card.
In more general terms, isn't the Tory Party Conference going well... sex scandals and defections to UKIP. Even the thought of killing foreigners hasn't cheered them up this time.
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| Never happier than when they are killing Johnny Foreigner |
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| Ha ha ha ha ha,... you need to ask that? |
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| That's about it... |
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| Bless it, where would vinegar lips be without the Daily Mail? |
