Lahvly pahty dahling...
The estimable Nameless One drove me in this direction last night, and makes the salient points in his usual pithy and concise fashion.
As Mr Glass, 24, was introduced to the Premier, he laid a glue-covered hand on his sleeve.
He also took the opportunity to urge Mr Brown to change his mind on the Heathrow airport expansion.
Mr Glass told the assembled guests: 'Do not worry - this is a non-violent protest. We cannot shake away climate change like you can just shake away my arm.'
Mr Glass, who had smuggled pouches of glue into the event in his underwear, added later that Mr Brown laughed off the protest.
'He was just grinning about it,' he said. 'He didn't seem to take me seriously.'
Mr Glass, an invited guest, was allowed to stay at the reception for 40 minutes after the stunt. When he left, he tried to glue himself to the gates of Downing Street - but had his hand detached by a police officer.
'I didn't have much glue left by that point,' he said
So far, so fucking stupid. I was left with one of those nagging 'incomplete puzzle' moments however. What was this sub-student-union oaf doing in Downing Street anyway?
My daily trawl yielded the answer courtesy of The Englishman:
Mr Glass was invited to Downing Street to receive an award from the Sheila McKechnie Foundation for his protesting work with Plane Stupid
Oh? And what, pray is that all about? Have a guess.
The Sheila McKechnie Foundation is dedicated to equipping campaigners with the skills they need to change the world. Campaigners are setting the agenda for decision makers in new and diverse ways - passion, creativity and vision are powerful forces for change.
Leaving aside the merits or otherwise of the Sheila McKechnie Foundation, what in bloody, bleeding hellfire is anyone doing being feted for 'protesting work' on behalf of a highly contentious bunch of enviro-tossers at No. 10?
Awarding and honouring individuals who have made a notable contribution to the common good is one thing, but throwing bun fights for a bunch of deluded fuckwits who run around deliberately making life hell for Joe Soap is quite something else.
If he'd glued Gordo's rat trap mouth shut, and performed an encore on his own airways I'd have been the first to applaud, but as he did neither, fuck him.
By the way, what was the award? Brainless, Luddite Fuckstick of the Month?
Better the day dawn when we have governments capable of understanding that being partial to, or demonstrating partiality for pressure groups outside the democratic process is Not a Good Thing.
H/Ts The Nameless One, The Englishman.