For the benefit of southern readers who have been shielded from the unedifying spectacle that is Nu-Labour’s heartland by a compliant Main Stream Media, we shall start with one of the few stories that did make it south.
The ‘desperate and penniless’ asylum seekers who apparently couldn’t find a working lift in their Glasgow tenement. At first sight the three Ukrainians who roped themselves together and left via a 15th floor window were the stuff of classic Nu-Labour propaganda. We were invited to conjure up a picture of the cold bleak steppes from which they had escaped, the savage torture and starvation that Nu-Labour had welcomed them into our bosom to escape. Who could deny them the meagre few pennies of tax payers funds that allowed them to eke out a bleak existence in a council owned tower block in the frozen North?
Alas, that story evaporated as fast as Nu-Labour’s credibility. It was not the cold bleak steppes from which they had escaped, but a luxury Â£1,250 a month flat in sunny London. A rent they had no difficulty in paying, despite being asylum seekers who were not permitted to work. Surely though, that was just a temporary base, a respite from the cruel life they had endured which made them worthy of our charity?
Er, No. The Â£1,250 flat was a respite from the horrors endured in – Canada, a country where they had already been granted asylum, having lived there since the year 2000.
Quite why we should be providing accommodation and benefits to persons escaping the civilised life of Canada is beyond me; equally beyond my comprehension is how the jobless Mr Serykh managed to fund a Â£1,250 flat out of private monies, or why he should then head for the drug capital of the Scottish north to live amongst the weegies. Perhaps if I think about it for long enough.
His daughter has apparently returned to Russia, the land they lived in fear of, to breed rats of all things, but maybe she took some fine breeding specimens with her from Glasgow. I wish her well with her enterprise.
Back to Glasgow, a city noted for the large holes that appear everywhere, some of which may have been dug by councillors and their cohorts attempting to explain away their own behaviour. The Sunday Times has done an excellent exhumation of the rotting corpses surrounding the involvement of Scottish ‘fridge magnate’ Willie Haughey, a major donor to Nu-Labour’s depleted funds, whose companies have benefited from his close relationship with Steven Purcell.
âYou have to understand that you would not be the Labour leader at Glasgow city council without having the support of Haughey,â said one Labour source. âHe bankrolls the party. Purcell was in hock to Haughey as the rest of Scottish Labour is.â
Purcell collected millionaire fridge magnatesÂ as others collect fridge magnets, and amongst his collection of high living party animals was Stefan King, owner of the preferred (plural) gay venues in Glasgow. King bought an iconic building on George Square for Â£5m – and sold it for Â£12m a short time later.
Steven Purcell said: “I used my influence as Leader to help facilitate negotiations…
“I’m delighted that Stefan King agreed…”
Stefan King of G1 Group, said: “When Councillor Purcell approached us regarding interest shown in the building, it was at a time when we still considered No 1 to be a long term property hold. However he encouraged us to meet with the interested parties…”
TheÂ City of Culture (sic, very sick) in 1990 had not finished ‘hogging’ the headlines yet though, for the Sunday Mirror has revealed that Purcell and his gay partner (who, if it turns out to be Mandelson, my joy will be complete) have fled to the Cayman Isles, host to the bankers of choice for the drug cartels…..and there they are being cared for by the brother of a former Glasgow Catholic priest – the very one who packed him off to Castle Craig to undertake a cure for his non-dependency on Cocaine. Brian Dempsey, the Scottish millionaire (oh look! another one) now cast in the role of chief nurse, is believed to be paying for the expensive legal and media advice which prevented all this from coming out in the papers……good value you got there Brian, excellent.
My entirely unprofessional investment advice is to buy shares in Castle Craig, at this rate they will have a full house and a quorum to hold council meetings in the group therapy room by the end of the week.
‘My name’s Willie, and I’m an addict, and I’d like to move that the council sell off the refuse collection, and civic parks division to my brother-in-law’.