This spot on piece only highlights the baloney espoused by metro-bores like Leith and teeth-op author Amis. That’s right, Gideon, Dave, IDiotSmith and Grayling just bring the house down daily with their humour don’t they? I know, let’s rehabilitate the grinning maniac, his japes and tom-foolery are well missed.
Jeremy Corbyn trying to get into the subsidised bar in The Royal Westminster Arms Traders’.
Harriet Barman: ‘We don’t like your kind round ‘ere, mate’
In ever-increasing scenes of hilarity the termites are pouring out of their damp hovels, flushed out by the arid atmosphere that currently pervades the ‘Westminster Scene’. The fresh air thrusting the rank and file foot soldiers: one by one they utter their scripted fears for the future of the ‘party’.
He of the crooked grin and spirit Blair, none more working class than ye Johnson, orally un-gifted Brown, toxic chemical Ali Campbell, Jim Henson cast-off Miliband and Euro lackey Kinnock, who next, volte-face Enoch with his ‘It’s just not cricket!’ war-cry?
The doom-mongers of the neo-liberal left, the moles and their myopia seeing only as far as their perception-deception allows, in their can’t lose situation of wishing that their warnings come true to validate their own stance and positions as guardians of democracy, to re-cement their earnings as ‘told you so experts’ and if they do get ‘their ‘(wo)man’ then they’re equally quids in.
‘Don’t vote for that form of democracy, our version’s tried and tested .. and redundant. If you’re not with us you’re against us … ad nausem.’ The fear’s about to be cranked up.
… serial awardee and lapdog to his paymasters, Newcastle F.C. devotee and Boston Ball-strangler denim wearing Premier toffee-chewing war criminal …
‘Jeremy Corbyn doesn’t offer anything new. This is literally the most laughable of all the propositions advanced by his camp. Those of us who lived through the turmoil of the 80s know every line of this script. These are policies from the past that were rejected not because they were too principled, but because a majority of the British people thought they didn’t work. And by the way, they were rejected by electorates round the world for the same reasons.’ *pockets $$$$$$$$$$$ from Uncle Rupert*
As per, I finally got round to reading this Stuart Jeffries interview with cultural critic Jonathan Meades from May regarding the release of his ‘anti-misery memoir’ An Encyclopedia of Me
A fascinating critic and full of barbed digs, a few choice lines stand out namely:
Pertinently referring to Tony and Cherie Blair as ‘The Ceausescus of Connaught Square’ and Tone as ‘God’s own bomber’he highlights the odious nature of our legacy obssessed, ‘War is Peace’ espousing deposed despot and his coterie of ‘brown-nosed cretins’. Democracy for ya.
For an overview of the 20 year reich of ‘New’ Labour there’s this:
There’s also an interesting part in Meades’ interview/book about military experiments in the 50s and unresolved deaths and cover-ups. The thick plottens …