London - (Tenner Lady/Ass Mess): Assembled dignitaries held their noses as the wind suddenly changed direction, a gag-inducing waft of nausea oozing from the ex-Prime Monster.
First to turn a queasy shade of green was the Chief of Defence Staff, his resplendent gilded epaulettes suddenly shrivelling under the onslaught of rancid odor.
"Always suspected he'd shit himself once that waterboarding memoir was out!" Sir David hissed under his breath as Teflon Tone brazened it out under the leaden Whitehall sky.
"Man's a fookin lunatic," First Sea Lord Admiral Sir Percy Pugwash concurred, a nervous tic in his forehead throbbing like a demented rattlesnake's tail.
Various Tory grandees spluttered into impeccable linen handkerchiefs as the smell continued permeating much of SW1.
Even Gorgon Brown was unable to retain composure as the massed bands of the Coldstream Guards belted out the Gay Gordons specially for the daftass hasbeen.
Later, at a Whitehole reception for Remembrance Sunday bigwigs, St John's Ambulance paramedics administered first aid anti-convulsants to all those affected by the morning's stench.
Cherry Bush is 69.