A Reid blowing in the wind

This bastard wants put to the buck, (to use a phrase rarely heard outside Jarrow). I can't stand the bloke. A slimey, smarmy, snakey, bullying, cowardly, thick-skinned, wooden-headed, turncoat bastard of the first order.

Everything about him irks me. But some of his antics have sublimed from the enraging to the comical.

He's gotten it into his miserable onanist's mind that calling BBC News interviewers by their first name will disarm them, perhaps wrongfoot them, maybe just annoy them...? Fuck knows why he does it, actually, but he does. He's sussed out that James Naughtie's colleagues on the Today programme call him "Jim", so he had to go one step further, and imply some deeper intimacy. "Jimmy, Jimmy!" he exclaimed a few weeks ago in "answer" to a pertinent question he didn't want to answer honestly. Reminded me of The Undertones.

May his troubles ever increase.

Now he's the epitomie of New Labour, jumping and somersaulting like a performing dog whenever the tabloid editors blow their whistles. Shit houses, the lot of them.

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