What's the bets there's a record of that somewhere, for the correct money off course. Alistair Campbell might of noted a few things that happened, a P.A probably processed some of it, a dodgy (good) accountant would of been creative and still has a paper trail. If I where them I'd be worried.
Some of Tony Blairâs expenses claims, which the High Court last week ruled should be disclosed to the public, have been shredded. The documents, itemising Blairâs claims for household expenses during a year of his premiership, were destroyed in the midst of a legal battle over whether they should be published. All MPsâ expenses are funded by taxpayers.
It is a criminal offence to destroy documents to prevent their disclosure under freedom of information (FOI) laws, but Westminster officials say they were unaware that the files were the subject of a legal challenge. They insist they were destroyed by mistake.
I heard all of his hair has fallen out and he's now living in a hollowed out volcano while spending his days stroking a white cat.
Cherie was walking around the volcano for a while wearing only a bikini but the cat got frightened so Tony makes her wear a burkha now.
A Catholic friend tells me that, since his conversion, Tony's been trying to convince the Pope to chill out about gay marriage and adoption. Having failed to become President of Europe and head of the UN, I think Tony might aspire to wearing white a lot once Benedict pops his clogs (or gets indicted for war crimes).
Shhhhhhh. He'll be out soon. Err, I mean back soon.
In the meantime, he's trying to get elected yet again. This time he's up against a BNP candidate in Skipton East so he might make one smart arrsed comment too many and find himself running his election campaign from hospital.
I wonder whether the other candidates or, indeed, the electorate in his ward know that he claims to be too badly disabled to do any form of paid work while insisting that he could manage to be a councillor.
Perhaps the thought of all of those lovely expenses have spurred him on to overcome his severe disability.
You have to admire Teflon Tony: he was elected and handed a golden economy, he introduced the Freedom of Information Act, rode the growing economy (along with Gordon), and climbed off the roller coaster at the top of the cycle and walked away absolutely blameless...
...leaving the ticking time-bomb marked FoI under his successor's desk!