Taking a lead from Gordon our great magnifico, let me say:
Sorry Sorry Sorry Grovel Squirm dribble wriggle whine.
Oh God. I AM SO SORRY.
I am so grief stricken.
So overwhelmingly contrite and guilt ridden I can only repeat:
If you wish you can watch me flagellate myself (that is flagellate - you pervert)
I will cut myself with knives, gouge my flesh, smash my head against a wall anything to show my penance.
Sorry, sorry sorry
Oh GOD. I am so so so so so so Sorry.
But my sorrow is somewhat different to yours Gordon.
You are sorry because you were caught being a duplicitous conniving arrogant elitist bastard.
I am sorry because I voted for your bunch of criminally negligent do-nothings at the last election. (I hasten to add that is not a mistake I intend to repeat.)
So Gordon, after you are consigned to some powerless (but no doubt lucrative) backwater I will still be sorry, along with about 60 million other of your victims.
So to you Gordon, I can only that I am really sorry that you ever got to a position of authority.
As to my voting aberration during the last election, I must say to my fellow sour faced little