Political blogging is such fun, and there's nothing better that a good old fashioned series of 'Hat Tips' or 'H/T' as we call it in-house here at The Country Club.
It works something like this, little people, whom I don't give a damn about because I'm so cool and suave here in my handsome polo shirt and cheeky little loafers. I'll give a good old 'hat tip' (or h/t as it's known in code) to my Westminster village buddy Iain Dale, and then he'll hat tip me in return.
Then I'll hat tip him, then he'll hat tip my pal DK, who'll then hat tip Old Holborn, who'll then engage in a vigorous series of hat tips with Anna Raccoon (not a fully fledged member of the club, but moving up the junior league of Club Aspirants. At the moment she's just a caddy, but bless her, eh).
And just to round it out, an equally unattributed comment from my blog:
This is clearly in reference to my recent piece, insults included.
And the double snub of not even giving credit to the fucking inspiration for the article.
You are truly a fat headed useless toss bag.
Cheers for that, you rude cunt.
Colour me confused. Perhaps it's only "country club" if you're tipping your hat to the wrong person. Perhaps it's "good manners" when you tip your hat to the right person.
Or perhaps I just don't give a shit about hypocrites who slag off good manners except when it applies to them.