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Oh, Darling Julius, what an introduction!

I would really love to know if Department to Count the Moon was in the original script or if it was an improv because the laugh it gets seems unprompted and there’s not reaction shot from the audience that I would expect if it was really planned. 

Also, and admittedly this is pretty esoteric, as well as being proof that I let the strangest things bother me for the longest time, but I finally have an satisfying answer to how Nick Hanway can be seen here in 105/202 as a random civil servant bod at Malcolm’s 8:30 – a position that is supposed to be completely apolitical –  and then later be seen in the 100% political role of Tom’s Glenn in Spinners and Losers .

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His book could easily be subtitled “my struggle with truth”, because he poses – but doesn’t quite answer – the question that hangs over modern political life: When is it acceptable to lie? Late in the book, he explains his counterintuitive decision to start telling journalists the truth on election nights, about the results and the likely outcome. The more he told the truth, the more he came to be regarded as a reliable source of accurate information. And the more reliable he became, the easier it was for him to tell a lie, because no one suspected him. Telling the truth in order to become a better liar is a crude but accurate distillation of his working method.
theguardian.com
How do you deal with a story like #piggate? A spin doctor’s view | Damian McBride
In the absence of an instant denial the pig’s head claims have caught fire. The prime minister’s spin doctors must have seen that coming, perhaps they had no option
By Damian McBride

Generally haven’t much time for McBride but

“Working for Gordon Brown, a man of Victorian sensibilities and a volatile temper, the second call was invariably greeted with the single word “What?!” repeated with increasing volume and violence as I recounted the misdeed of which he had been accused.”

And it just reminds me of Gordon not even knowing porn channels existed until the expenses scandal. And of Ed Miliband’s genuine shock at hearing that his beloved hero Ronnie O’Sullivan- inveterate boozer, drug-taker, gambler- wasn’t that interested in politics.

And really, bless Ed Balls, running a Treasury full of virginally innocent and pure-minded calculating machines, it must’ve been fucking weird.