Carrie On Up The Pun – Carrie Johnson Parties With David Pun
Matthew Steeples
Newly discovered photograph shows notorious party crasher and pretend owner of Harvey Nichols David Pun living it up large with Carrie Johnson at the Russian Embassy in London back in 2012
Notorious king of “let’s pretend I’m the owner of Harvey Nichols and Peninsula Hotels” David Pun likes a party; equally, the Prime Minister’s latest wine chucking “baby mama,” Carrie Johnson, likes a party also and now, it seems, this rotten pair of ratbags actually got together for a nosebag once at the Russian embassy in Kensington, London back in August 2012.
Whether the ambassador to the court of the rotten rogue Putin served Ferrero Roche chocolates on the occasion is unknown, but one thing is for sure, the then Miss Symonds (pictured centre with her back to the camera in a Laura Ashley-esque number) and Pun (pictured looking desperate to get snapped) both partied at a brash bash for the Conservative Friends of Russia. Shame on the pair of toerags.
Now, as Ukraine fights back against the vile tyrannical monster who tries to destroy them and their homes, Boris Johnson’s wife yet again is shown to be just one thing – a person incapable of choosing anything other than the company of cretins and con artists.
#NoPunNoParty – Follow David Pun’s notorious trail of party devastation on Twitter at @wheresthepun.
Caught on Camera – Some of London’s leading ligger David Pun’s most notorious moments
Like fellow ligger Marie-Claire, Baroness von Alvensleben, the supposed dweller of a Hammersmith bus shelter likes to pretend he’s a bit grander than he actually is. “If he’s a buying director of Harvey Nichols, I’m Bob Monkhouse” proclaimed one of many individuals this rotten ratbag had conned over the years at events where all he brings to the party is dirt and dandruff. In May 2020, the petulant pest was spotted traipsing around the streets of Waterloo during a coronavirus lockdown by one Ben Springett with a swag bag he’d previously looted prior to the pandemic. Of this, ‘The Steeple Times’ remarked: “Not one canapé was harmed in the making of this lockdown episode.”In August 2018, the filthy rotter was spotted looking at filthy XXX sites on a computer meant for paying guests at a hotel off Cromwell Road in South Kensington. Of him, a member of staff complained: “He comes here either late at night or early in the morning and has even been evicted after falling asleep on sofas in our bar. Worse still, we once caught him watching pornography. He is a menace and though we have repeatedly tried to ban him, he just keeps coming back.”
In April 2017, it was revealed that the utterly shameless gift bag lover David Pun – an associate of other liggers including Sandra Shevey – featured on the wall of a Queensway, London, W2 shop named the Food Basics Oriental Superstore. The reason? He’d been caught allegedly shoplifting on the shop’s CCTV cameras.On 8th June 2017, the bow-tie attired nuisance was snapped by ‘The Mail on Sunday’s’ Ned Donovan gobbling at a General Election night party at the Institute of Directors in Pall Mall, London, SW1. He enjoyed a fair few bacon baps as Lady Nugee (AKA Emily Thornberry MP) looked on from an overhead television screen.In May 2015, the clear conman showed up at a party given by La Martina in Jermyn Street, St James’s.In January 2015, the general nuisance nabbed a few canapés at the Chavín jewellery brand event at the Embassy of Peru in London’s Sloane Street. He had not been invited, yet still took a couple of giftbags before going on his not so merry way. His mate Dennis Doble managed to put in an appearance also as did the female lookalike of Donald Trump, Eva Harold.In September 2013, ‘The Pun’ got himself onto the tellybox alongside Sven Goran-Erikson’s ex Nancy Dell’Olio in an episode of a truly tacky TV show called ‘Meet The Russians’ that featured also a complete cretin named Alina Blinova. She later wrote to ‘The Steeple Times’ to complain: “You should just step down, and switch to some other subjects to discuss in your peaces [sic]. Maybe – overpopulated UK by its ex colonies [sic]! or Why ppl [sic] Jelouse [sic]? or Why ppl [sic] complain, critic and don’t do things to be remembered for?!” As far as we are aware, this gormless, gobby grubber hasn’t yet got herself into the University of Oxford.
