Summary
THINGS - it is my sad duty to report - are looking pretty bleak for David McLetchie, cigar-chomping leader of the Scottish Dodo Party and the outstanding favourite to win the capital's cab drivers' customer of the millennium award. As this throbbing organ has previously revealed, nobody in the peedie parliament can quite match Mr McLetchie when it comes to spending the public's money on taxis. Since 1999 he has spent GBP11,500 on taxi journeys, all of which we were led to believe were taken for legitimate parliamentary business. Some of the more cynical among us thought this a tad excessive. However, some soft-heided colleagues in the media suggested that to say so was a disgraceful slur on Mr McLetchie's stainless reputation, about which the worst that could be said was that he was an ardent Hearts sympathiser.
It now transpires that Mr McLetchie used taxis to visit his mother, go to the dentist, drop in at the New Club and attend the ballet. It has also been revealed that he paid back GBP260 in expenses a month after my curry-loving colleague Paul Hutcheon requested to see his travel expenses under the Freedom of Information Act. You may call this coincidence; I may not. But one would have thought that even Mr McLetchie might have realised that to claim GBP170 to attend a Dodo Party confab in Bournemouth was not on.See the full content of this document
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Mum's Not the Word Alan Taylor's Diary
At present, though, we are unable to discuss the matter with him because he is in New Zealand. In his absence his press wallah, one Ramsay Jones, has been most helpful, telling the Record, apropos Mr McLetchie's trip to see his mum:
"That may be the street where his mother lives, but who knows whether he went to see her . . . If you think he went to see his mother, prove it." Still, at least the Torygraph has re...See the full content of this document
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