This, whilst theoretically possible (since they are awarded on a post by post basis), is an unprecedented event; but the volume of emails is almost overwhelming: Mr Eugenides, winner of the inaugural Bloody Devil in December 2005, wins another for this quite brilliant roundup of the ills and evils emanating from our politicians, particularly those in Brussels.
The only type of pleasure which is not to be curtailed or officially discouraged, it seems, is the quiet, desperate satisfaction these thin-lipped simpletons get from drafting and passing unnecessary legislation; poring over piles of documents late into the night (tightly-typed and printed double-sided on recycled paper, natch) by the flickering, sepulchral light of Fairtrade candles (to save on emissions), trying to come up with exciting new ways of strangling the joy out of life, their spare hand shuttling remorselessly yet fruitlessly back and forth inside their trousers. Fuck them. Fuck you, Chris Davies, fuck you, Caroline Flint, and fuck you all - jointly, severally, repeatedly, relentlessly, painfully, humiliatingly, and in seven holes till sundown. Fuck you bareback in the arse and fuck you in the eyesockets. Fuck off.
Go and read the whole post: it is a thing of almost divine beauty.