BICKERING OVERSHADOWS LABOUR PARTY CONFERENCE
Tony Blair’s final party conference as Labour overlord was overshadowed by the mother of all bitch fests between Tony, Gordon Brown and Cherie Blair. It wasn’t really, of course. But it makes a far more interesting story than timing how much ovation one set of rusty old platitudes got compared to another.
The problems started when Cherie was reportedly overheard by a reporter saying Gordon looks like a tax credit botching gnome. In reply Gordon said he was glad Tony pulled that ‘old hag’ back in their college days and not him. On learning of this attack on his spouse Tony is reported to have allegedly said, “oh it’s on you, dumpy bastard”. Gordon reportedly and allegedly reacted to this remark by rolling up his sleeves and saying, “If Anthony wants a square go he knows where to get it”.

"I'm going to pulp his face with these guns".
A relaxed Tony laughs off Gordon's threats.
OUT OF CONTROL, ALLEGEDELY
Allegedly, on hearing how her alleged remark had been reported Cherie panicked that Tony would get such a pasting from the burly Scots bloke that his face would look as ugly as Gordon's. She tried to laugh off her comment as a reported being mischievous.
However, her father Tony Booth - quite obviously enjoying the party conference vino (allegedly)– allegedly told Cherie she was a lying ‘bitch’ and that she’d always hated the ‘Pict’. When Brown found out about these allegations he is alleged to have said, “fucking great - I get to do in two Tony’s in one day”.
Fuelling the disharmony Tony Booth is reportedly alleged to have allegedly reported to a reporter, allegedly that he had no problem with Scots. “I had a Scotch gardener for a few years until he died after a porridge and whisky binge. It was very sad.”
The entertainment continued until someone allegedly made a remark about someone's mum and all four participants reached a stalemate by each getting trapped by another in a headlock.
Allegedly, it has been reported, some speeches also took place over the conference. With Tony singing Sinatra’s My Way on Karaoke to a 2 second ovation.

Tony's rendition of My WayAnd now, the end is near;
It’s time to hand over to a grumpy looking Scotsman
I’ll sheepishly depart,
Hoping there’s no mention of 45 minute warnings.
I’ve lived a premiership that’s full.
I’ve travelled Britain’s congested motorways.
And more much more than this,
I did it like a Tory.
Regrets, I’ve had a few;
But I always had a Mandelson lurking
I did what I wanted to do,
And gave my disgraced friends new jobs when no-one was looking.
I planned each chartered course;
And overlooked chartered train journeys.
But more much more than this,
I did it like a Tory.
Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I looked like a complete and utter tool.
But through it I grinned at doubt,
I stuttered until it was forgot about.
I shirked it all and look appalled
And did it like a Tory.
I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and lied.
I’ve had my fill of my sons public boozing.
And to think I got voted in three times,
I find it all so amusing.
To think I spun Iraq;
Kelly, Irish peace and not in a productive way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it like a Tory.
For what is a PM, what has he got?
If not a footnote in history then he has naught.
To fake the things he wants to feel,
And give nothing but transparent spiels -
The record shows I wasn’t that good,
But I’ve got Peter on the case,
Fiddling the history books.

Labels: September 2006