Christmas is a time for parties. Whether it be balls in Vienna or an Eggnog Fancy with Mark Dingwall in drag at Delmonicas, it’s a good time to shake your tail feather. Will Dave King be leading a conga through his basement this evening? Will he be skirting round Ladina, a pulchritudinous vision in lycra, wearing a party hat while making a good fist of the ‘Sash’ on his kazoo? Or to be quite frank will he give a flying fuck for Bannatyne’s decision.
Those who will care include the Magnificently Maned Adulterer as his power base and 560,000 shares in a SIPP are underpinned by his partner in hacking crime. The reputational damage to Lite, the most hated club this side of Christendom, is as nothing compared to what’s coming down the pike if King does not step down from the PLC. MMA has an edge as he’s dating a clairvoyant. One can but hope that she can give Slim Shady a steer. I’m sure the rumours that her knickers drop faster than a hooker’s during Fleet Week are wide of the mark. Perish the very thought.
As I write Slim Shady is preparing two drafts along the lines of the following:
1. Today’s judgment by Lord Bannatyne is an aberration. How can anyone in the Freemason’s State of Caledonia turn his back on a fellow mason? I will consult with Club 1872 and RIFC Consigliere James Blair with a view to an appeal. Our esteemed Chairman is penniless. The BVI trust is in the gift of his family, and as he and Ladina are not on speaking terms Mr. King is on to plums.
2. Justice has been seen to be done. I would like to thank Baron of Glen Clova for being on the square and swinging the lead with gusto. I’m so elated that I’m on my way to Delmonica’s for the fancy dress Xmas party in my Divine costume.