Right, I have to say something nice about @anandMenon1 now, which I always vowed never to do.
He is, despite my fierce protestations, one of my favourite drinking partners and a much-loved friend. He also had a worse year than anyone could imagine and yet has written about it more honestly and meaningfully than anyone else could manage.
After reading it, if you feel moved to, do please donate to the hospice that cared for his mother and brother. He won't say so - on previous evidence there's a good chance he'll call you a dick - but he'll appreciate it.
Not the most important thing but that room really is dreadful. It's like the background for a really boring 90s daytime quiz show.
Hancock asked whether it's true he protected care homes from the start and "did you or did you not" tell Downing Street people leaving care homes would be tested?
Hancock answer interesting. "We committed to building the testing capacity to allow that to happen... and then we were able to introduce the policy, but we could only do that when we had the testing capacity.2
Hilariously contorted arrangements being made by Speaker on context, because the entire debate is about whether Hancock lied, but you can't state that he lied in the Chamber.
The absolute pinnacle position Hancock should have been allowed to hold is branch manager in a rural fast-food outlet.
What a day. Four straight hours of of testimony from a self-interested narcissist who has weaponised falsehood challenging the record of a self-interested narcissist who has weaponised falsehood.
The real poetry will come when the self-interested narcissist who weaponised falsehood realises he cannot inflict damage on the other self-interested narcissist who weaponised falsehood, because he undermined truth-telling as a functional quality in political discourse.
God. Just found out that Jack Terricloth, lead singer of the World Inferno Friendly Society, has died. loudwire.com/jack-terriclot…
It's a silly thing I guess to talk about favourite bands, but for many years I'd certainly have called them that. I always figured that one day I'd go to New York to see them. I suppose that'll never happen.
He was incredibly vivid. Witty, hyper-intelligent, funny, profound, experimental, bristling with fuck-you punk energy. The man was a hero.
We've been eating a steady junk food diet of government hypocrisy for years now, but this week is the fucking limit. It's too much to digest.
Frost lambasting the deal he fucking negotiated. Hancock blaming the public for the variant he fucking let in the country. And Johnson criticising the BBC for journalistic ethics he never fucking demonstrated.
You can turn on the TV any second of the day or night and you'll see a minister talking the most obscene self-regarding contradictory fucking hypocritical horseshit.
It would equate to a de-facto broadcast ban on anyone who supported Corbyn, or made excuses for him.
The fact this was proposed by a Tory MP demonstrates how prevalent censoriousness and cancel culture are on the right. It's not just a left-wing problem. It's across the board.