I am sorry I am not erudite and witty like Stanislav.
I am sorry that I don't have Guido's ferreting and blogging skills.
I am sorry that I cannot write gossipy prose like Iain Dale.
I am sorry that I am not as clever and as educated as John Redwood.
I am sorry that I mispent my youth with cars and women - actually no I am not at all sorry about that - it was glorious. But I am sorry that I didn't learn what I should've when I had the chance.
I am sorry that lacking these skills I can only write poorly (mind you I can write a demon business letter).
But, dear reader, I am not sorry that I am inflicting all this on you. What else can I do?
When you get to the state of apoplectic fury that I have been driven to by the deceitful, witless, moronic, venal, arrogant, self serviving, sanctimonious, sleazy, thieving, lying, ugly, shrill, illiberal, controlling, centrist, nannying, finger wagging, hypocritical gits that masquerade as political leaders from the Labour Party and who are stealing my democratic power from me there is little else I can do but add my poor voice to the collective scream of the traditional English two word phrase, more excoriating as a multi useful expletive than possessed by any other language known to man; New Labour - fuck off.