GAVIN Willamson offered an ex-chief whip abuse, Tony Blair an arms deal and Sir David Attenborough a pair of breeding tarantulas to get into the Queen’s funeral. These are his texts:
Boris. Carrie’s no good for this gig, she’d be like a weeping mistress at the graveside of a faithful husband. I’ll be your plus one. Still got the photos. Thanx G-Wizzy
Your Majesty. Many sorrowful returns. Also sorry for calling you a ‘wet green prick who spaffed a hot marriage right up the Regency wallpaper’ at the 2019 reception. Any chance of a seat at the back?
Phil stroke Holly. You’ve f**ked this right up. The whole country wants your heads on plates. Do your queue-jumping trick for me and I’ll calm the ignorant wankers down. Also we should have a threeway
Andy. I can get Balmoral rezoned as a D of E campsite for 18-21-year-old girls. call me
Sanna. Prime minister of f**king Finland? Shit job and nobody cares. But you’re hot enough to be on my arm for the funeral. No sneaking coke in. I’ve sorted that
Wendy M. Thought you understand my abusive, sneering texts were just how chief whips flirt. Send me a tirade of explicit, deviant filth back. I’ve got my Matt H in my hand here.
Truss you f**king freak. We all know you’re going to cock this up. Give me the speech, I’ll do it.
Blunt. You’ve had my bloody seat you singing twat. Don’t lie to me, we both know you’re doing You’re Beautiful at the gig. get me in with you or I will break your arse in half.