RANCID OLD QUEEN URGES POGROMS.
Well, I'm gay.
So fucking what, Boy George is gay, Gordon Brown is gay.
And my parents were migrants.
So fucking what, go back far enough and we're all migrants, out of Africa, down from Norway, backwards and forwards from Ireland, wherever.
And I'm a historian.
No you're not, you're a tee-vee personality, trading on offence and insult, like a shrivelled, hunchback, pouting hobgoblin. All the kingsanqueens of England were gay, everybody's gay, that's your schtick. And down with Christianity.
And I simply must finish this Diane, because, you see, dear girl, it's terribly important.
No, it ain't.
You see, I'm gay and my parents were immigrants and I'm a historian so I know that all these oiks sitting around in Greater Manchester council housing estates all used to work in the cotton mills. I know because I'm a historian. And quite frankly, Diane, the cotton mills are never coming back, dear girl. So these people all have to move to where the work is.
Where's that then, Dave, Channel Four, the BBC, get 'em all on the Moral Maze, that's the thing.
Well, speaking as a gay man...
Just as well we're not all gay men, otherwise there'd soon be no need for wanky telly historians, like you. And as for millions of people upsticking and looking for work, after successive govaments have run-down industry in favour of usury, where do you suppose they go? London, where the pogroms have already commenced; Paris, Stuttgart, New South Wales, Peking.....? Silly little soundbiting cocksucker.
Mercifully, no, prudently, I only watched a few minutes of this shit but it was interesting how so very WalkingOnEggShells were Portillo the GayCoward and Kennedy the GayDipso, fretting, maybe, that Starkey would out the both of them. Next time, maybe.