We are now in fantasy land. Brian Henry appeared (well sort of, all he could manage was a video link which managed to malfunction) before the Privileges Committee and changed his story yet again. 'My client ' is now Winston (quelle surprise) and the other client has vanished into the ether. The phone calls to Owen Glenn are confirmed in time but they weren't talking about money. The fact that he (Henry) emailed his bank account details to Money Bags seconds after the phone was put down is a 'coincidence'. There was another 'phone call soliciting funds to Glenn a couple of months earlier (so therefore Winston didn't ask for the dosh) but Henry made this call from a Motel which has no 'phone records. Glenn denies this call exists. Like Henry is the sort of bloke who stays n Motels when there are perfectly good Hotels around and he would use a motel phone and not his mobile? No motel phone records? Well Telecom will have some.
This is all now in 'The dog ate my homework' territory.
There is one person in the solar system who says they believe all this unmitigated bullshit and that is Helen Elizabeth Clark. She doesn't believe it, of course, but she is so donkey deep in the whole sordid skein of fabrication that she has no alternative but to carry on. Peters will not get sacked and this must be the only country on the planet outside sub Saharan Africa where she could get away with it.
For now - November the 8th is just over the horizon. There are, however, worrying rumours about that there is a sufficient number of thickos in the great unwashed who will vote her, History Boy and the rest of their wastrels back in if they can cobble together enough other parties who are bauble obsessed.
Please no.
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