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Monday 1 June 2015

Mone, Mone, Mone

Considering she has nothing to do with me and I have no connection with her, I seem to know an awful lot about Michelle the Mone.


I know she has a very posh town house in the Park area of Glasgow, which she is now selling for gazillions of pounds. She also built a laughable mansion in Thorntonhall which extended right to the boundaries of the plot with little space for a garden, so you could see the monstrosity whatever angle you approached from. She had a pretty disastrous marriage break-up, which could be followed all over the press. I won't dwell on that because it must have really upset her kids.

What I'm getting at is that Michelle seems to get loads of publicity for everything she does, the latest being to piss some of us off here in Scotland by claiming that she's leaving because of SNP's trolls. It's not true, of course, just another set of lies for the Daily Mail and the Telegraph to bash the Scots with. You can see the facts for yourself here: http://wingsoverscotland.com/quick-fact-check/

(It's a bit like the seatgate scandal in the house of commons during which nasty SNP MPs bullied a poor wee, old man. That never happened either according to all the people involved, including Dennis Skinner, the aforementioned poor wee old man, if you believe the Daily Mail).

But people in the rest of the UK don't hear anything but the version of these stories told by the right wing press, so why shouldn't they believe the worst of the Scots?

What we don't hear from the press is that Michelle is not that hot as an entrepreneur. She's been close to losing her Ultimo 'empire' a few times and, on one famous occasion, was rescued financially by Sir Tom Hunter, multi-millionaire entrepreneur and not a man known for flinging his cash about. He's probably (if he's wise) still got a grip on her company.

I wish her good luck in London or wherever she settles. I hope never to hear from her again. Till, in the fulness of time, she decides to come 'home', as her kind often do.

As for her name, the loudest and most disruptive child I ever taught was called Blair. Says it all, really.


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