Heavy Bevy from Levy

Discredited Labour's chickens come home to roost and Lord Levy isn't averse to some self-survival clucking.

Good to see Labour glugging down the 'sleaze' medicine with which it unseated John Major's Tories.

So much for Labour's goodier-2-shoes than thou poses.

Phooey now to John Prescott's man-of-the-people strutting and affected inarticulacy, all the while screwing his Diary Damsel in between swishes at the croquet ball.

Damn'd right Levy intends to tell all: one 'theatrical' arrest demands equally flamboyant beans spilling.

It will be a pleasure to see Blair get his Bush-obeisant poodle features thoroughly rubbed in the sleaze and slime. Labour will be the poster party for many a year hence.

Further reading:

Blame game for the two Blairs

The excellent Simon Heffer: Pure spivvery.

Speaking of secretaries, Prezzers' gets bonged; Levy's gets gonged.