Well, Guido called him a chippy midget today; Adrian Gill prefers stubbly little haemorrhoid. Whichever, Alan Sugar isn't happy.
A man too stupid to know what the Labour whip is (perhaps he thought he'd call Max Mosley and ask) is perhaps the perfect addition to Brown's government. And perhaps he can persuade Harman to include shouty short-arses in her lists of minorities to favour.
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Huh. This six foot sixer says, lets all sing along with Randy Newman :-D
Short people got no reason
Short people got no reason
Short people got no reason
To live
They got little hands
Little eyes
They walk around
Tellin' great big lies
They got little noses
And tiny little teeth
They wear platform shoes
On their nasty little feet
Well, I don't want no short people
Don't want no short people
Don't want no short people
`Round here
Short people are just the same
As you and I
(A fool such as I)
All men are brothers
Until the day they die
(It's a wonderful world)
Short people got nobody
Short people got nobody
Short people got nobody
To love
They got little baby legs
That stand so low
You got to pick em up
Just to say hello
They got little cars
That go beep, beep, beep
They got little voices
Goin' peep, peep, peep
They got grubby little fingers
And dirty little minds
They're gonna get you every time
Well, I don't want no short people
Don't want no short people
Don't want no short people
'Round here
Increasingly, it seems that worthy life peers are the problems, not the eeeeeeevil hereditary peers that Liebour have spent so long railing about.
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