The supporting article, by Rob Pattinson and the odious flannelled fool Master Harry Cole, the pretend journalist who has somehow been appointed the paper’s political editor, tells “HEALTH Secretary Matt Hancock has been having a secret affair with his closest aide … He cheated on his wife with Gina Coladangelo, 43, who he hired last year with taxpayers’ money, as Covid gripped Britain”. Gina Coladangelo? Is that a real name?
But do go on. “Mr Hancock, 42, and millionaire lobbyist Gina were caught on camera in a steamy clinch at his Whitehall office. Whistleblowers revealed the Health Secretary had been spotted cheating on his wife of 15 years with married Ms Coladangelo. He was seen kissing her at the Department of Health’s London HQ during office hours last month as the mutant strain began spreading”. All very dramatic. And it gets worse.
Hancock infamously became terribly righteous with Prof Neil Ferguson over the latter’s meetings with someone else’s wife earlier in the pandemic. Prof Ferguson resigned. Hancock, to no surprise at all, has apologised, but will not. Alleged Prime Minister Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson has declared the matter to be closed.
Quite apart from confirming that in Bozo land there are no resignations, the story, such as it is, throws up uncomfortable questions for our free and fearless press, not least the leaking of CCTV footage from inside Hancock’s department, along with laws on data protection which may have been broken, to the Murdoch mafiosi.
But worse still is the more than strong rumour that Bozo himself has been unable to keep his pants zipped up, even during the pandemic. Add to that his significant previous with Jennifer Arcuri, and the probability that it was another Bozo awayday that caused the widely-reported bust-up with his then girlfriend Carrie Symonds (the latter dismissed by the right-wing press because the neighbours who reported it had voted Remain).
Whether Bozo was PM at the time or not, papers like the Sun have never taken the kind of judgmental line that they did with Hancock. Nor are any of them explaining with any conviction why their readers, many of whom have been able to even hug loved ones for more than a year now, should put up with politicians who shit on their own rules.
Worst of all, the right-leaning part of our free and fearless press will splash Hancock all over their front pages, telling readers about “steamy clinches” and what rules have been broken, will leer at Hancock’s unfortunate wife and let us know whether or not she’s still wearing her wedding ring, and then, come the next test of electoral popularity, with dump all over all the other parties and urge their readers to vote for the philandering SOBs.
And then they wonder why the public doesn’t trust them. I’ll just leave that one there.
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Another example of tory "family values".
All it actually indicates is the Murdoch-ordered tory faction wants rid of Handcock. Hence the Henry "Uriah Heep" Cole toady piece.
Two other things here:
1. What kind of woman willing beds with a weird creep like Handcock? (Same goes for the Bozo Tub Of Rancid Lard).
2. Who took the papperatsi shots and why was Handcock followed and on whose orders?
Perhaps surprisingly, The Spectator is sticking the boot into Little Hattie Mancock, with no fewer than five articles on the sordid business. The whole thing smells like a long-deceased feline; my pal Regulator suggests the timing is a deliberate ploy to draw attention away from the NAO report laying into the Test And Trace program.
Screen grab from internal CCTV recording probably.
In your comment on master fatlad Cole as a pretend journalist you neglect to add that he works as political editor for a pretend newspaper
This story has all the taste-and-smell of an old-fashioned News-of-the-Screws Sunday-morning hit.
Yet, on my calendar, it's only Friday.
Does the Murdoch press have another shoe to drop?
I love the site descriptions of Cole as the 'flannelled fool' and Tory propogandist Harwood as the 'teaboy'.
You're still being far too generous!
Cola d'angelo translates as "angel ooze". I am sure no conclusions can be drawn from this except the most innocent possible.
A "world exclusive"?
Only in the tiny world of far right corrupt gutless propagandist gobshites.
Philip: I read it as "Culo d'angelo" - angel's arse :) Either version works with Hat Mancock, which is how I will forever read the name of the alleged secretary of state for health. It's like Jeremy Cunt.
The normally-clueless Tim Montgomerie referred to the guilty Minister as “Mancock” on C4 News last night. I may have laughed. But it’s truly the End Time when one finds oneself agreeing with the repellent Christopher Chode MP.
Stop press: BBC just reported that Mancock has resigned!
Yes, but did he "eat out to help out?".
From Hancock to bald cock it’s not about size just the fact that they’re both nasty hateful pricks
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