The Reverend’ Rees’s not just an idiot. He’s an innumerate idiot. His amazing plan to spend over £100m on an upmarket concert venue for the city’s snooty culture set to hang around air kissing each other and talking pretentious bollocks in might not be going to plan.
In the council’s Statement of Accounts for last year that are just about to be signed off by our confused councillors, the Bristol Beacon is currently valued by the council’s external auditors at, er, ZERO.
What a great investment.
It seems that the memo explaining how Mayor Fergo is a great feminist activist has not reached every corner of Shitty Hall, if one recent public falling out is anything to go by.
Labour’s Lawrence Hill councillor HIBAQ JAMA ended up in a toe-to-toe barney with the millionaire mayor – noted for his passionate interest in ‘women’s issues’ – after a discussion over female genital mutilation (FGM) turned notably sour.
“I can’t stand that man!” declared Jama to anyone within earshot after an argument with His Redtrouserness, whom she accused of being a “PATRONISING SEXIST”.
The situation is further complicated by Gorgeous George’s closeness to energetic FGM campaigner Nimko Ali, who has rarely been shy about her CONTEMPT for Jama and Bristol Labour.
Meanwhile, with very real concerns about Cllr Jama’s time as a manager at the Beacon Centre still swirling around, it seems some ham-fisted political hacks have been touting round an implausible Romeo and Juliet-style fiction linking her to a FAILED mayoral candidate.
It seems that those pesky mutterings about “unprofessional personal relationships” we mentioned in the last BRISTOLIAN might sabotage new Bristol Labour councillor HIBAQ JAMA’s political career before it gets going.
Of course, it’s never wise to brazenly have affairs with people who work for you whilst mistreating other staff members.
But then to dump your lover the moment you’re selected for a political candidacy on the grounds that they don’t match your carefully-honed public image? That just seems foolish.
Because that sort of thing tends to come back and haunt you…