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Andrew Gilligan: it all looks rather tragic

I've never understood sock-puppeting. What's the fucking point? If you don't like what someone's written, just respond as yourself; don't go to all the pathetic effort of pretending to be someone else. That's about as bonkers as it gets.

And, oh dear, look who appears to have been caught with his jammy fingers inside the sock by the Tory Troll. It's Andrew "journalist" Gilligan.

Andrew Gilligan on a rant while I was away:
"There's a certain mad nobility in the way Boris's opponents seem determined to strap themselves to the most unpopular causes going. You wonder what's next a support group for double-glazing salesmen? A bid to rehabilitate that misunderstood feminist icon, demonised by the Right-wing media, Rose West?"
Now where have I heard that one before? Could it be from an 'anonymous' commenter a few weeks back:
"There's a certain mad nobility in this blog's obsessive support for the most unpopular vehicles in London. What's next - a campaign to rehabilitate Rose West?"
And again from commenter 'Kennite' on Dave Hill's blog:
"There's a certain mad, self-destructive nobility in the Ken Left's dogged defence of some of the most disliked things in London - Sir Ian Blair, bendy buses."
Oh dear Andrew, you do seem to have been working that phrase hard.

Ouch. To think the tiresome cunt actually got nominated for the Paul Foot award this year.

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