After his latest frankly unbelievable outpouring of splenetic bile (can bile be splenetic? Who knows. You get what I'm saying though, don't you?), I was going to write a diatribe about Richard Littlejohn. Unfortunately, I'm a bit pushed for time at the moment, and blogging has had to give. Fortunately for us both then that the often-excellent BitterWallet has already got it covered.
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