The LibDem Twelve Days of Christmas

“On the Twelth Day of Christmas my True Love sent to me……

Twelve Lords imbibing,
Eleven rent boys telling,
Ten gays denying,
Nine journos digging,
Eight hit men missing,
Seven Mayors exposing,
Six MPs plotting,
Five Sexual Deviants.
Four dodgy gifts,
Three jammed guns,
Two drunken Leaders,
And a cartridge in a Great Dane."

Via Iain Dale.

I am reminded of that moment in I'm Sorry I Haven't a Clue when they were inventing celebrity answerphone messages. "Hello, you're through to Peter Tatchell. I'm out at the moment.... if you would like to be outed too, leave your details after the bleep."