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Political Scrapbook took up a particular kind of obsession with me back in January 2012. In the days following my defection from Labour to the Conservatives, Laurence Durnan – its ‘editor’ – decided it was plainly unacceptable that in a democracy someone should have the audacity to change parties. From then on, it’s Luke-this, Luke-that, Luke-this, Luke-that, all over PSBook.
According to Google, my name is mentioned 632 times in their articles, over a 12-month period.
I am neither an elected politician, special advisor, civil servant, candidate nor any other kind of public figure. I’m simply a private citizen, who used to write a lot and get up the noses of lefties.
Political Scrapbook is one of a group of websites that professionally hounds others to make a few quid from ads. They run stories about me to pay their web hosting bills, and keep Durnan in Jaffa Cakes or Milky Bars or whatever. Guy can’t get a proper job in journalism, and hell I’m proof that the web will listen to anyone, so that’s where he gets out whatever’s on his chest.
According to some, it’s backed by the GMB union. Union-backed harassment. Quelle surprise.
One of Durnan’s pet peeves is me registering limited companies. He has run stories, about how I *SHOCKINGLY* had three limited companies in ten years. OH MY GOD, a SMOKING GUN! And yeah, when those companies were no longer useful, I let them be dissolved naturally. It’s a healthy part of the process by which our country’s entrepreneurs start new businesses. Why the fuck it’s got anything to do with Durnan or the public I don’t know. No laws broken in having three companies in ten years.
You know what? I can register as many companies as I like. I can do whatever I like with them so long as I don’t break the law. I might register one every month for the next ten years just to wind Laurence up. But then that would get his hits up and line his pockets, so maybe not.
Another one of Durnan’s pet projects is discrediting my career history. “Bozier didn’t work with, for or anywhere near Blair” is his favourite, favourite saying ever. I hear he got it tattooed as a tramp stamp.
I worked at Labour HQ on a 7-month project; I was hired because of the high-profile work I did at the Foreign Office and British Council; I was asked to radically change Labour’s approach to web communications; this often meant running projects which involved the THEN LEADER TONY BLAIR. Let’s get it straight: In my role at Labour, I devised and ran a number of high-profile projects which involved Tony Blair. I also ran and devised projects which involved a whole range of other Cabinet Ministers.
I have never described myself as a ‘Blair aide’, ‘special advisor to Blair’ or any of the handfuls of other things Durrrrrnan claims I have.
But the minute I changed parties, it became his obsession to tear down that element of my career history. I was simply a ‘junior employee’ at Labour HQ and never got anywhere near Blair. Slightly transparently partisan. Luckily, I have those emails from Ben Wegg-Prosser, Blair’s Director of Strategic Communications at the time, extolling my virtues in the job and highly recommending me for a DIRECTOR LEVEL ROLE at the Cabinet Office.
I left that party with its head up its ass in 2012. They continue to bitch on me all they like, with their bloggers and tweeters, but they still don’t have an economic programme.
Anyway, today’s rant is over. I am so sick of posh boys, left and right, bitching at me the entire time. Get off my dick you idiots.
P.S. That time I was asked, by a very very high-profile right-wing blogger to use the spare keys I had to your office to run a particularly embarrassing prank on you. I said no. Because I see you as a human, not as an online pinata. It’s called maturity, not something you’d understand.