Sipping my usual ‘special order’ coffee in Starbucks on Victoria Street yesterday, Guido thought he saw a familiar face (given the special
bit is a generous slug of cognac from my hipflask, I may have been mistaken). But the shiny slap head, the Aussie twang, it seems to me that it must be, the one, the only, Mark Textor. Here no doubt to help his old mate Lynton give the Tories a final Aussie style finish. Guido fears that it is going to end sadly for Crosby-Textor and the Tories.
But they at least put up a proper fight this time.