During the week, I had another odd late-night email from my recent Liberal Democrat opponent. Like most of those before it, this email seemed to major on how unjust it was that he’d lost; how our campaign tactics were grossly unfair; and how our sins would find us out.
An old saying about pots and kettles came to mind, but I won’t labour that point.
It seems that – in the immortal words of Clive Dunn in Dad’s Army – “…they don’t like it up ‘em.”
