 threw a considerable number of toys out of his pram after being excluded from an 'extremely limited' guest list while he was still a backbencher. We know this because his uppity, expletive-laden texts about his exclusion have now made it into the public domain — and prove rather illuminating. Taking the aggrieved tone of a helicopter parent who has just discovered that their precious little Tristram hasn't been invited to Tobias's small fifth birthday party, Williamson aimed his plastic guns at chief whip Wendy Morton, who was overseeing attendees. The string of texts, spanning a month, have a 'do you know who I am?' tone in which he reminds her that 'I know how it works so don't puss me about' (which one assumes is a typo of either p*ss or push), accuses her of 'rigging' the guest list and warns her 'there is a price for everything', like some low-rent mafioso. Oh dear. The words pompous, entitled, grandiose and petulant come to mind. It also smacks of rampant self-interest when, ideally, we need our politicians to be focusing on what's best for the people they represent, rather than themselves. To her credit, Ms Morton treats his tantrum with the contempt it deserves and keeps reiterating 'this is not the case' with admirable restraint while also explaining that the majority of places went to sitting Cabinet members, which he wasn't at the time. We now know she subsequently made an official complaint to th){kind=link}
WHEN you watched the moving footage of The Queen’s funeral after her impeccable life of selfless duty, what was your primary thought?
I’m going to take a wild punt here and guess that it wasn’t, “where’s Gavin Williamson?”
Yet the current Minister Without Portfolio (or manners, it seems) threw a considerable number of toys out of his pram after being excluded from an “extremely limited” guest list while he was still a backbencher.
We know this because his uppity, expletive-laden texts about his exclusion have now made it into the public domain – and prove rather illuminating.
Taking the aggrieved tone of a helicopter parent who has just discovered that their precious little Tristram hasn’t been invited to Tobias’s small fifth birthday party, Williamson aimed his plastic guns at chief whip Wendy Morton, who was overseeing attendees.