You are not a grandee, you’re a fucking blandee. No one knew what the fuck you stood for. Political fucking mist. No substance, no weight. You’ve got all the charm of a rotting teddy bear by a graveside. By the way, women fucking hate you. I can show you the polling. They think you come across like a jittery mother at a wedding. The best thing you ever did in your flatlining non-leadership was call for an inquiry because that will fuck the government and it will fuck you. So now, please, fuck off back to your home, you headless frump, and prepare for your column in Grazia.
— Malcolm Tucker (via merseytart)