There is this thing about wee Willies, if you'll pardon the rather obvious double entendre. First off there is Willie Hague, a silly little man from Yorkshire pretending to be a statesman, but we all know he wears a baseball cap backwards on his head and had ten pints before lunch when he was nowt but a lad. (This explains much.) Anyway, he's under the delusion that Mad Vlad has even heard of him, much less gives a toss what he says.
Then there's Willie Rennie, about whom probably the least said the better. Suffice it to say he's even less popular than Ruth Davidson, by quite a long way, and that's no mean feat. I'm scratching my head trying to think of something he's much that was sensible. The sad thing is that, of all the parties, the Liberals are the ones who could distance themselves from what their moronic colleagues in London are doing, but Wee Willie has resolutely backed Clegg all the way... to oblivion.
And now there's this wee Willie from Aberdeen who seems to have exceeded his authority. He is determined to have the government banned from Aberdeen council property, which is the property of the people of Aberdeen, and not of Wee Willie. His somewhat embarrassed boss says it was a slip of the tongue. He says it wasn't. I wonder what will happen to him. |