Peter Stringfellow made headlines last week when he threatened to run against the Liberal Democrat leader in his hometown of Sheffield. He made more headlines last night when he gathered together a group of his closest friends, and representatives from the nation’s media, to announce that he is going to be a father again, at the age of 72.
He treated guests to a private performance from the last of the rat-pack crooners, Buddy Greco, who had turned up in his slippers. Stringy had hoped for a little more stardust to be present. He said: ‘I did invite Andy Coulson but he’s still lying low.’ He mused further on Coulson’s decline and fall: ‘I think the press have had a bad game with this hacking stuff, but why did no one hack me?’ Answering his own question, he said: ‘They didn’t really have to, I suppose. I tell them anything they want. Waste of time for them.’
If Stingfellow’s talent for self-promotion is anything to go by, Nick Clegg should be worried.
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