New Labour toadies

Unison: our favourite union in all the world. Great members, but a hopeless hierarchy.

We're hearing great things about the just-gone annual Unison conference in Brighton: we're still clarifying a few of the murkier points, of course, but so far understand that the highlights involve a monkey, the Socialist Party, and a flasher, in no particular order (although the flasher should probably go somewhere near the front).

Hangbitch was herself chucked out of Unison conference two or three years back by this wrinkly wee hooker called Linda Perks, or Porks, or GizzaPerk, or something along those lines. Can't exactly remember. 

Yours truly was then made the subject of the dreariest 'investigation' process in the history of the planet. It was all about spending as much of members' money as possible trying decide whether one had used a union computer to upload an anti-Blair comment to a website (that was the transgression that saw one chucked out of conference, you understand).

This mystery remains unsolved - twas the Hanging Rock of its time, if you will. The union rolled back the coffin lid on some old digger from Dorset, and sent him to London every six months or so to glean more 'facts' about Hangbitch's expulsion from conference. They kept this 'investigation' going for ages - indeed, they kept it going for at least six months after Hangbitch, terminally bored by this point, found another job and left the union altogether (took Linda a while to get the lobes round the fact that she couldn't keep trying to expel a person from the union if said person had already gone).

But anyway - to current events, and here's a little story we once wrote about the new Dear Deputy Leader Harriet Harman and her charming husband Jack Dromey.

Delightful pair. Delightful.

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