Showing posts with label co-op. Show all posts
Showing posts with label co-op. Show all posts

Saturday, 23 August 2014

Co-op: When In Doubt Blame Paul Flowers

The Sun.

Wow! It's been literally three months since you've had a go at Paul Flowers.

Where have you been, lads?

For the record, Paul was a non-executive director of the Co-op and didn't actually make any financial decisions, so blaming him for the Co-op's current woes makes about as much sense as blaming Her Majesty The Queen for the recession.

His only crime still seems to be having way more fun than your readers do - and, unlike some journalists I could mention, he never tried to claim it back on expenses.

Fagburn remains as ever #TeamFlowers. x

Sunday, 17 November 2013

Mail On Sunday: The Crystal Methodist



Oh, who cares really?
An old school sleazy tabloid sting - the sort of thing they used to do to queers.
And a nice mix of old and new angles/obsessions;  "naughty vicar" "fat cat banker" "drugs shame".
Why can't people - whoever they are and whatever their backstory - be sovereign of their own mind and body?
Shame.

PS The line about buying drugs "to get young men off  their heads for sex" isn't by Flowers but comes from something said by a younger man he met on Grindr, who filmed him and shopped him to The Mail On Sunday, presumably out of the goodness of his heart.