Apparently, today is National Rogue Trader Day. Much as TheEye thought that his meant that one needed to be hugged (a trip around the parish only located some hoodies) or that there was a 10% cut to be had for helping one out in a blag a more ironic result occured.

Typically, rogue traders may knock on the door offering to tarmac the drive or repair loose roof tiles in return for a small fee.

Which was a typo for:

Typically, rogue traders may knock on the door offering to tarmac the drive, repair loose roof tiles in return for a small fee, or ask for your vote and a clean moat.

TheEye topped everybody in this respect by having a liquid lunch with Giles Chichester MEP and Tory Party chairman Eric Pickles…and was the only one on alcohol which was to act as a restorative for having sat at a bar with them the previous night.

IMPORTANT: Neither of these two have found their way in to the Daily LabourGraph’s bloodsport-du-jour and TheEye is only using them for satirical purposes and no suggestion of any indiscretion by them is implied or intended.

However if you want a bit of fun then listen to Anthony Steen MP telling the world and their mother to butt out of his expenses “difficulties”, getting told to resign was apparently entirely his own decision, and basically says “I don’t know what all the fuss is all about“. Yeeeeeessss.

Sorry but he’s everything an MP (regardless of Party and colour of tie) should never ever be. Eric Pickles is the sort of MP who, with his tin hat and khaki on, would have blown the whistle in a Ypres trench and you’d follow him over the top and run towards the guns knowing he’s by your shoulder. Even someone who loathes politicians on principle because it just saves time later would enjoy sinking a beer with him.

If you’ve ever seen him then as politicians go he’s going to be tricky – a particularly sturdy lamppost and more piano wire than the local corner shop usually stocks would be necessary. Giles would be easy come the revolution.