I’ve always liked Peter Mandelson. He was always the cleverest man in
the room. Whether that was a room in 10 Downing Street with Tony Blair
or Gordon Brown or in a pub full of poofs in Old Compton Street.
Always clever, dry, funny and… clever.

So clever, it transpires, that back in the noughties he managed to cop
a load’a dosh off of Jeffrey Epstein. Allegations of 75,000, 55,000
and another 10 grand for Mandy’s husband to do an osteopathy course.
Probably why Mandelson always stands so straight. Not much else
straight about him. So it transpires. None of this money found its way
onto the MP’s register of gifts/donations/bribes as they’re supposed
to. And at the time Mandy was the Minister for Business. In which role
he lobbied government for lots of Epstein-favourable projects. And
passed the paedo lots of ‘information’, including confidential emails
from the Prime Minister and very ‘market sensitive’ stuff about
national debt payments and immense cash injections. If you gave me
that information, I could probably, given enough time, work out how to
make a few million quid before the news got out. Someone with the
resources and understanding of finances of Epstein, could make
billions.

And yet, with all that going on, there was one crime far more serious.

Not just wearing white Y-fronts, but being filmed wearing them. What
self-respecting gay man would ever allow such an act of fashion
suicide? Even straight men generally stop wearing Y-fronts when their
mums stop buying underwear for them. And it appears from several
photos that Mandy not only wore such horrible pants but spent most of
the day walking round in such a state of tragically uncool undress.

So now, another title falls to the sword of a dead sleazebag. First
Andrew became un-Princed and now Mandelson is banished from the House
of Lords and its only a matter of time before he is officially
un-Lorded.

Like Kier Starmer, (even though I don’t ‘like’ him), I initially felt
that all the ‘guilt by association’ with Epstein was a bit unfair, so
we all gave Lord Peter the benefit of the doubt and we made him
Ambassador to Trump. Because it is possible, but let’s face it, quite
unlikely, that Mandy didn’t know what sexual deviations Epstein was up
to. He’d probably needed to be blind and deaf, but let’s say its
possible.

But then he ‘got into bed’ with Epstein in a very different way. In a
way that is way more ‘treason’ than it is banter. And he got paid. A
lot of money. For selling secrets.

Mel and I had a ‘date night’, yesterday. We had adjoining appointments
with the same consultant Neurosurgeon. That’s true love. Then over to
Pita in Golders Green for dinner. Which is fantastic. Fabulous ‘street
food’ for which cutlery is not required. You just make all the mess
you like.

Happy Wednesday

A xxxx