Vaz stand-off

Mr Vaz and I found ourselves at a security door which required a pass-card to get through – I had mine, but he’d forgotten his.

“Ah, you have your card,” he said. “You can let me out.”

“Of course,” I replied, “how about a comment in return.”

“No.”

“Come, on,” I waved the pass card around, “something for the readers – they’re your voters.”

“No.”

Soon two other hacks had gathered for the spectacle and I decided it best to release Vaz.

He might have needed the toilet and the carpets along committee corridor are exquisite.

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