The bravado of it – the bellowing, booming, belting-it-out blather – was very impressive. The buck-passing, the blame-spreading, the me-me-me of the fiscal reckoning. What a racket she made! We were watching the unnatural union of Gordon Brown and Violet Elizabeth Bott.
‘I will not tolerate it,’ she barked. ‘These are my choices,’ she brayed. Incredible claims came and went so swiftly there was hardly time to disbelieve them.
Sarah Pochin at Reform Scotland’s manifesto launch event: “I really wanted to come on in a Reform tartan burka, but apparently I wasn’t allowed… One day let’s do one of these events not live-streamed. We’ll do all the naughty stuff…”
