Hague’s Bedroom Pickles
As William Hague is trailed by photographers and the news channels every time he moves around the conference centre, with Ffion glued to his side, an old hand informs Guido that Hague has a history of hotel bedroom trouble…
Aged seventeen at a Young Conservatives conference in Scarborough, young Billy returned from the bar to find his room at The Grand Hotel stripped of all furniture and belongings. With only the carpet left he had little choice other than to curl up and sleep on the floor. You wouldn’t get that at the Hotel du Vin. But who was the prankster who had slipped the hotel porter a few quid for the key? Step forward Eric Pickles…
UPDATE : A co-conspirator writes to correct the location : “That was in 1978 at Harrogate. The snow had been falling steadily from early Friday. So when a crowd of North West YCs came out of their hotel (next door to the Yorskhire area Hotel) there was wunderkind, so what we did we do? We pelted him with snowballs.”
So clearly he needs help at hand in case pickles comes back for more.
Jolly japes wot ho!! Wonder of sleeping on tbe floor that night put him off carpet munching for good! Tally Ho!!!
Has Eric always been fat or did he start out thin?
So, the young Mr Hague found himself in a pickle then …
You wouldn’t get that IN the Hotel du Vin
I’d back Guido with his “at” in this case, as in such phrases as “I’m staying at the Dorchester” and “No room at the inn”.
So it was a case of a pickled willy
I needed the chocolates from the minibar.
The first of many such japes picked up by the Gaygue Related Incidents Pervometer.
‘In 2005, Hazel Blears was a member of a parliamentary tap-dancing troupe known as the Division Belles. Other members included Caroline Flint, Beverley Hughes, Laura Moffatt, Meg Munn, Joan Ryan and Eric Pickles.’
“Division Belles. Other members included Caroline Flint, Beverley Hughes, Laura Moffatt, Meg Munn, Joan Ryan and Eric Pickles.” surely you are thinking of the Rolly Pollies
I think you will find that even wild pigs have standards as to what they are prepared to consume!!! I am sure they would find Hazel Blears’ mangled, midget carcass unacceptable.
Disgraceful!
Did the porter also widen the door?
Apparently a couple of Ryder Cups back, Sergio Garcia & Darren Clarke did the same thing to Tiger Woods. Quite a nice story, really, shows Billy’s got a sense of humour. (I’d be surprised if the lad just curled up on the floor though).
I am getting on with the job
Yes you are being paid to be as far away from parliament as possible. Keep it up.
Knowing Eric Pickles had been in my room would have me shitting bangers.
Did Pickles eat the furniture?
Kind of him to leave the rug for Mrs McDoom though.
He has a suite tooth.
*Chortle*
Brilliant, best line of the week so far…
That was in 1978 at Harrogate. The Snow had been falling steadily from early Friday. So when a crowd of North West YCs came out of their hotel (next door to Yorskhire area Hotel) there was wunderkind so what we did we. We pelted him with snowballs.
All good fun
Poor guy. Who would want pickles humping them.
‘ey lad! At my Labour conference, I broke my hotel bed when I sat down. I ended up breaking three beds before they put me in a room with a king size four poster with reinforced springs. That was champion! But it only lasted a day before I broke it.
Was it that 30 stone woman you hired to bounce on you?
Broke it or ate it?
The bed problems were nothing to do with me weight. It were on account of me new secerterry taking sight of me little fireman for’t first time. I couldn’t stick it in her without her seeing it, now could I? The light were on and all that. She choked that hard I ‘ad to give her a glass of water before she ate me little chipolata. In the final dialysis she weren’t over-impressed with me integrated transport policy, if ya know warra mean. Ashcroft. That’s when I took it upon meself to give her a right special ‘Ull seeing to while she were up against wardrobe. Phooar! Then I ‘ad to explain meself to Pauline, the old boiler, on account of me little digeridoo gerring me into every morning paper that week. She said she’d let the little tart pass if I went for’t ermine. I thought that were a place in Scotland, but it turns out it’s something to do with bunnies. Bunnies! Hefner! Bloody hell! Yes, please. An’ Tony – please let me go the ranch, Tony. Please!
Don’t worry little Will, you can share my bed.
Glub glub
Willie looks like Yvette Cooper in that photograph.
I don’t care for the Benny Andersson wig.
Dоn’t wоrry little lad, yоu can share my bed.
fucking mod!
Mum, is that you? I had a horrible nightmare. Dreamt I went back in time and was in opposition. It was terrible.
Pickles clearly took his stuff away to give it a good sniff, he probably poured salt and vinegar over Billy’s jim jams and ate them.
Apparently (WikiP) Pickles doesn’t like vinegar.
I’m sure this has serious implications for something but beyond adversely affecting Sarson’s sales I have no idea what
For Heaven’s sake Guido, GET WITH THE BEAT!! At the moment if we all work together we can destroy a whole load of labour luvvies who like to make films justifying blowing up kids. Yet all you can post is crap about William Hague sleeping on a carpet 30 years ago.
You’re not wrong, Cardinal K. Let’s take on the throat-stopping hypocrisy of Mr ‘Newsnight’ Paxman. I’m no fan of Ed Milipede. In fact I have contempt for the little weirdo, but how DARE Paxo dig at him for having illegitimate children when he has them himself? What an arrogant, brass-necked bastard he is. It’s time the tabloid press did some digging into the (so far) untouchable foibles of the Paxman household.
I’m wicked and malicious.
Chris Paul who does the Labour of Love blog (no, very few people have heard of it) has a nice little analysis of Hazel’s conference performance. Quite good, really. Watching Labour eat themselves for reasons which beggar understanding to outsiders is quite fun (in a purely academic sense, you understand).
Eh oop yoong Will, ‘appen as like we ‘ave to share a bed, see thee. Can’t ‘ave oogly rumours spreadin’ rownd that fat bastard Tory boys like yours trooly can’t get laid tha knows. Chocolate finger luvvie?
I see the usual self-hating homophobes are back, venting their agony over their boarding school experiences and their regular clandestine visits to rent boys behind their wives backs. More proof about those who shout the loudest, those who protest too much.
Maybe your post should have been a reply to one of the ‘self hating homophobes’ you describe…..
Oh fuck, the school sneak has crawled out of his wank pit.
Eh ооp yооng Will, ‘appen as like we ‘ave to share a bed, see thee. Can’t ‘ave oogly rumours spreadin’ rownd that fat bastard Tоry bоys like yours trооly can’t get laid tha knows. Chоcolate finger luvvie?
“Vince Cable and I will not stab each other in the back, will not ruin each other’s career… who do you think we are? Brothers?”
And the BBC technician just pulled the plug on Osborne’s speech! This was no accidental glitch.
The very same thought went through my mind. ’bout time we pulled the plug on their funding.
And they still have that irritating Anand woman on: snide, trite, mouth pursed up like a rabbit’s bum.
Georgie boy spouting green issues,carbon capture and wanting to make Britain competetive,green,EU and competition don’t f*kin mix Huhne ,get out of the EU and then get competetive,when you have finished paying the debts then maybe you can play at being green.
I watched the speech and I don’t recall him mentioning ‘green’ once. Good speech btw — a Chancellor gets real for the first time since Ken Clarke.
Perhaps rather than worrying about silly little Tory boys antics – a little bit more attention should be paid to Hague’s current antics and his desire to do business with a war criminal – see here
http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/africa/wanted-by-the-hague-genocide-and-by-william-hague-as-a-trading-partner-2094575.html
Of course those wanting evidence of Hague’s stinking hypocrisy might wish to look here
http://conservativehome.blogs.com/platform/2006/04/william_hague_m.html
For those who genuinely want to know what is happening in Sudan rather than having their news filtered through the Foreign Office here is as good a starting place as any.
http://www.amnesty.org/en/region/sudan
Maggie Maggie Maggie. Out Out Out.
Does anyone give a flying fuck about Sudan?
Normally, no. But I do if they’re getting any of our “”"”International Development”"”" cash.
The Tories will be soon as hated as the Liebour party none of them are fit to hold public office.
When Helmut Kohl went visiting he used to bring his own bed with him, because he was so large that an ordinary bed might not take the strain.
Might not take the strain of what – sleeping or fucking?
Sowohl schlafen, als auch poppen.
What’s your problem? Pumped out?
Is the suggestion here that Eric is gay, or that William is straight?
I’m confused, but willing to try.
What?
“It’s all right for some of you, you won’t be here in 20 or 30 years!”
and what a fucking great job at fucking this Country up you did!
Top Gear Presenter, James May, to front London Pride…………oh, the beer, I get it. You English. Thought we’d outed another one there Guido.
The thought of May at the, er, head of a parade dressed in a pink leather thong and little else has just put me off my lunch.
For a week.
After last weeks love-in with Labour, the unbiased BBC are this week conducting a hate-fest with the Tories.
It’s all snide, anti-Tory comments from the likes of Toenails and Pienaar, and ‘objective’ opinion from scum like Toilets Maguire and Yasmin ‘I hate whites’ Ali Bayai-Brown.
There’s a marked contrast in the coverage from last weeks Labour conference to this weeks Tory one. The BBC’s anti-Tory bias is blatant and shameless.
I’m just watching the Parliament channel for coverage — just speeches and Q&A no comment, no Toenails or the other detritus. It’s good.
Was there a Toryhole between Eric and Willie’s room?
no but theres a borehole between your ears
Ffion not leaving him out of her sight …best of luck girl you will need it.
as someone who is not gay but has many friends who are I have yet to meet anyone who finds anything remotely gay about hague…or who thinks he ever has been…am sure the cynics will say that someone who isn’t wouldn’t but realistically this is a dead duck story thats getting a bit boring now.
nothing gay about oor willie apart from his love of room sharing with young boys
Get yer loot out for the lads
Sometimes gays are the last people to know who is gay and who isn’t…. Especially if they believe being gay means being obsessed with Marilyn Munroe or Abba…
Hague looks uncannily like Tubbs from the League of Gentlemen in that picture.
I don’t think he would have liked balls flying in his face…snow or otherwise !
My sister threw a snowball at her friend and it hit Lord Ashcroft instead
admit it, its rater hetro – your story -innit?
It amazes me that in all of this I certainly haven’t seen anything about Chris Meyers’ personal life – Is there a girlfriend in the background to hold onto his hand – even an ex one??? I think we should be told a bit more about his sex and personal life!!! Especially as Willy insists on shoving Fffffion up our noses…
Myers is a confessed GAY
In William Hague’s very public statement over Myers he stated:
“He (Myers) is easily qualified for the job he holds. Any suggestion that his appointment was due to an improper relationship between us is utterly false, as is any suggestion that I have ever been involved in a relationship with any man”.
Although Willie denies any relationship with any man, he does not explicitly deny he is Gay! You can be Gay without having sex. Bill Clinton denied have sex “with that woman”, because he defined sex in the biblical sense; penetration.