That he is. For example, he’s made a real difference in my sleep patterns, as terrifying visions of the exploits he detailed to a chap next to him (don’t actually click this, you don’t want to know what Duvall does in his spare time) have kept me clutching my pillows in fear of stairway-induced leakage.
But his tales of such minor indiscretions such as, say, having sexual relations with a series of lobbyists with little regard for his wife or the whole, “Hey, you might not want to have sex with people trying to persuade you to do things,” tenant of government, weren’t true!
No sir, for as you can read on his amazing one-page website…
“I want to make it clear that my decision to resign is in no way an admission that I had an affair or affairs. My offense was engaging in inappropriate story-telling and I regret my language and choice of words. The resulting media coverage was proving to be an unneeded distraction to my colleagues and I resigned in the hope that my decision would allow them to return to the business of the state.”
So what does this mean? Well, either Duvall is a piggish storyteller who just wants to strut about the workplace attempting to impress his coworkers with imaginary stories of conquest, or he’s just one of a thousand lying politicians caught with their pants down (or the microphone on, I suppose in this case.)