What do you do if: you're a failed publisher, failed bookshop owner, failed broadcaster AND you been twatted in the knackers by a party you slavishly adore yet leaves you forever paley loitering on the outside?
You set up a crappy boring blog and continue to kiss deeply the ring of a party that, let's face it, doesn't really want you. You pedal tacky gossip and adopt a 'gosh! blimey!' breathless commentary on every aspect of modern politics - however boring.
And then - you publish the personal details of a comrade. What a petty little shit you've become in your spite filled lonely bitterness and failure.
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