Maguire and McBride Plotting Over Pints
Tucked away in a dark corner of the Westminster Arms yesterday evening Guido spied the Mirror’s political editor and the PM’s infamous spin doctor self-medicating. McSnide looked very rough. The Ollie Reed of blogging is no position to criticise, but Damian really looks like he has been hitting it hard. Bloated. Suppose it must be tough in the bunker. In Berlin in 1945 they were dosing themselves up to the eyeballs on amphetamines to escape from the inevitable reality. Damian should think about switching his medications, amphetamines are slimming.
Coincidentally there has been another round of rumours in Labour circles that, as they retreat further from the reality-based community, Maguire is going to be called in to wage the coming Class War from Downing Street itself. Guido thinks it is wishful thinking, Maguire maybe many things, but he is not that stupid. He knows a loser when he sees one.
His script has however been noticeably more loyal to Brown lately:
“Gordon Brown is aiming for the Right target”
“Chancellor Alistair Darling should shut up”
“Gordon Brown must strike back at the doom-mongers”
“Panicking Labour MPs need to chill out”