Charity scandal: Tantrums and 2am texts of ‘Thick of It’ charity chiefs at Save the Children UK
Brie O’Keefe has flashbacks, when she watches The Thick Of It. The yelling, the tantrums, Malcolm Tucker. “[It] brings me totally back to when I worked in that office.”
The office was the London headquarters of Save the Children UK where she worked with Justin Forsyth, the former Labour strategist, and his “wunderkind” Brendan Cox, who was brought in as director of policy as soon as Mr Forsyth became chief executive.
Out went the fuddy duddy image of the high street charity shop; in came humanitarian awards for Tony Blair and celebrity campaigns sending the likes of Stacey Solomon, the X Factor finalist, to combat maternal mortality in Malawi.
‘It was like something out of The Thick of It’: Former Save the Children worker slams ‘brutal bullying culture’ under disgraced bosses Justin Forsyth and Brendan Cox and claims female staff were sent texts ‘asking them for a drink at 2am’
- Brie O’ Keefe worked at Save The Children UK between ages of 28 and 31
- She says Cox was a ‘brazen philanderer’ who propositioned women on nights out
- Ex-employee says older staff would have to ‘patrol dancefloor’ on work outings
- She says Forsyth brought ‘brutal bullying culture’ from Gordon Brown’s office
A female charity worker who worked under Brendan Cox and Justin Forsyth at Save The Children claims the ‘brutal bullying culture’ and sexual harassment at the organisation was like a sketch from ‘The Thick Of It’.
Brie O’Keefe worked at the London-based charity with the former Labour strategist and the husband of murdered MP Jo Cox from the age of 28 to 31.
Cox, 41, this month admitted to ‘inappropriate behaviour’ towards female colleagues and has also been accused of grabbing a woman by the throat and telling her ‘I want to f*** you’ outside a bar.
No, you do‑gooder sex pests, your non‑apology is not accepted
I may have smashed a couple of wine glasses stacking the dishwasher the other evening; probably in too much of a hurry to get back to the living room to watch people with the IQ of a shrubbery competing in The Chase. My wife was, of course, incensed. Luckily, though, I had formulated an apology that was bound to placate her, one I had honed over the previous few days adapted from those given by the pious, liberal, sexist hypocrites who run our top charities.
“I am deeply sorry if you think I was in any way to blame for those wine glasses being broken. I should add that I reject totally the allegation that I myself actually broke them by being pissed and in a hurry. Nonetheless, it may have been that in the past I have not always behaved as perhaps I should with regards to all manner of glass