Alan Johnson Corpsewatch #4
Yet more people are talking about Alan Johnson’s perfect upbringing. This time, The Scotsman:
Johnson’s back story is as good as it gets. His father, a painter and part-time pub pianist walked out of the family home when he was eight. His mother died when he was 12, and he was then brought up by his teenage older sister in a council house in Battersea.
As good as it gets. The lucky, lucky bastard.
Posted on June 8th, 2009 at 12:06pm under New Labour
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Yeah, Alan’s sat there behind his desk with a fucking big smug grin on his face whenever he thinks about his childhood, I’m sure.
Spawny git.
Christ, why does it always have to be “back story”?
I would say it’s because these jackasses are longing for a little Tinseltown sparkle and a Hollywood ending. Mr Johnson Goes To Westminster (And Never Deviates From The Party Line Despite Claiming ‘I have no ambition’), perhaps? The title could be snappier, I suppose.
Because that’s the end it’s been pulled out of.