It seems that this time, even his young minder friend couldn’t get him out of the mess.
With a reputation for getting seriously drunk and making an ass of himself, he probably wasn’t the best candidate for defence secretary. Of course, it’s not like he had access to the firing codes for nukes or anything (an arguably even more incompetent man had them), but it was a responsible job.
And he had a talent for making statements which showed how completely out of touch he was with any kind of reality.
So after Maybot’s spokesman was unwilling to express the prime minister’s confidence in him, despite him having owned up to touching up Mrs Hartley Brewer, he appears to have “fallon” on his sword and limped off into the sunset to spend more time with his wine cellar, in the hopes that no one will now bother finding out what else he was up to.
Resigning seems to be one of the main duties of a defence secretary… eh Liam?
To happier things…
Munguin’s Republic Halloween staff party took place today:
A good time, it is said, was had by all. (Tris was in the kitchen!) Suffice to say that Munguin will have a sore head tomorrow!