And so we bid farewell to the utterly obnoxious Andrew Mitchell MP. Whether or not he did call 'PC Plod' "a fucking pleb" I do not know but I will rely on the ruling of a 'Justice Cocklecarrot' who heard all the evidence and decided that he did. Actually, I don't know what all the fuss was about because, bar about 0.05% of the population who make up the aristocracy, we are all plebs. What demonstrated Mitchell's qualification as a yob as well as a pleb was his loss of control and his stream of foul language aimed at those who could not answer back.
Alas, celebrations to rejoice in the disappearance of this "sweaty, stupid little shit’", a term I borrow from David Mellor yet another former Tory, er, 'toff' who used it as part of a tirade against a taxi driver, might be premature because apparently Mr. Mitchell, 'Pleb', has decided to stand again in Sutton Coldfield at the next election. I trust the good voters there - where ever it is! - will treat him with the contempt he undoubtedly has for them!
Still, this tale of megalomaniac conceit does provide some belly-clutching laughter for us plebs. First of all, if Mitchell's big gob, uncontrolled by his tiny brain, spewed forth, say, fifty words in his tirade, then given the £2 mil damages and legal fees he owes then that cost him £40k a word! So there goes the London house, then! But even richer, in all senses of the word, is the news I read somewhere that Mitchell's lawyers failed to lodge certain legal documents with the court in the time limit required. This means that they can no longer claim any fees from Mitchell. All those of us who, over the years, have had to put up with legal incompetence from our lawyers in the handling of documents when we sell and buy a house, will instantly plan to broach a bottle of bubbly tonight!
