Sunday, 22 June 2014


Ed is my leader but he's confused.

 First it was Mandelstein and Paxman kicking him in the teeth, now it's Lord Neil Windbag  of Well alright, architect of Tory victories and NewLabour, same thing, actually.
I feel the hands of defeat on my shoulders.
 and Blind Boy Blunkett.

Ed doesn't recognise my qualities so I'm off.

All it needs is for Lord John Pies to lumber out from his eatin'n'wanking pit and the wretched Miliband may as well stay in bed for the rest of his days,  the worst that can happen to him in bed  is that he falls out of it. 
Cameron and his gimp, Clegg, must be wetting themselves in delight as Labour's aristocrats shove broken bottles up each other's arses.  What a fucking crew.

I mentioned some years ago my sufferings at the hands of blind piano tuners - Yes, I'm sorry it's so badly out of tune, that's why you're here, yes, I know, it's never gonna be a Steinway, but if it was a fucking Steinway you wouldn't be anywhere near it, I'd want someone who could see what they're fucking doing; yes, yes, it's alright if you can't tune it to concert pitch, it's not for concerts;  yes, I know, it probably would benefit from being re-felted and re-strung but I just want it tuned, you know, to itself; now you're supposed to be a piano tuner, a bloke who tunes out of tune pianos, be no point in you being here if the piano wasn't out of tune, wasn't for me, you'd have to be off sitting in the corner with a blanket round your kness, basket-weaving,  - I was beginning to think that they'd actually sent me a basket-weaver and not a piano tuner - yes, I know it's an old piano, that's why I bought it, it's a short upright art deco Odeonesque piano but that means fuck all to you, does it, because you can't see it.  I know short uprights are notoriously not as good as bigger ones but that's what it is, if I'd known you didn't like them I woulda bought a bigger one but I didn't. Now, can you tune it?  No, I'm not being rude. Actually it's you's being rude. About my piano. Now, bad as it is, do you wanna tune it and get paid for that or do you wanna fuck off? I don't fucking care which it is. I'm sure that with a bit of practice I could tune the fucking thing myself, how hard can it be?  I  have a good ear, I know what an octave is and I can read-up on it, which is more than you can do.

I never understood how people could, just for fun, smash up perfectly good pianos, as they did, in the 'sixties and 'seventies, as part of that knocking-through fashion in their homes, knock this wall down, here, pin  some nice hardboard over those old, panelled, joiner-made pitch pine doors,  paint them up with some nice gloss paint, fit a nice electric fire to the wall and get rid of that old walnut piano, smash it up in the street, mebbe we can beat the Guinessbook record for piano destruction.  Now, I think, well fuck me Jesus, if I'd hadda have one of those blind bastards coming around moaning every six months I'd smash the fucking piano up, too.  Yamaha, keyboard makers,  I bet they make donations to blind piano tuner training schools, just to make sure that there is no revival of the acoustic piano trade.  I have a Yamaha keyboard; it just sits there, I never touch it but I know that if I do it'll be in tune and I won't have to endure the obnoxious bullying which only blind piano tuners can effect.

Blunkett, he should have been a piano tuner;  he was good for fuck all else.  It was a measure of Tony and Imelda's  breathtakingly comprehensive cynicism that obedient, nauseatingly grateful,  token disabalista, Dave, 

I simply say that blind is best,
rather like the electorate.

was appointed inter alia home secretary, home fucking secretary, in charge of national security at a time of apparently unprecedented peril.  Yeah, that's right, all these urgent, pressing decisions to be made about some people's safety, other people's liberties, yeah, we decided that a blind man was best equipped for that role; we'd get all that stuff translated into braille for him, so's he could make split-second decisions, not exactly split-second, more after a while split-second;  what, looking at 'photos and stuff, why would a home seckatry wanna do that?  Sight?  No, it's not necesary at all, why should it be, no,  look, didn't he go out to that asylum seeker camp place in France, to see for himself what was going on? Well, no, of course I don't mean literally see for himself.  What would be the point of that, because being blind he can't actually see for himself Why did he go then? Well, I dunno, do I? Got countries to destroy, me, fortunes to make. It's just a gesture, really, David Blunkett.  I mean, how much harm can he do, can't see his cock in front of his face, I mean his hand.

Now, the rotten, vile bastard is playing his beardy face  again. Ed is my leader, he gurns, but he obviously wants new blood in his cabinet - as though he'd want a disgraced, lying, cock-waving, incompetent  fuckpig like Blunkett around the table, dribbling - and since I'm not gonna be a minister I shall leave, now,  "In simple terms, I would rather leave while I am still giving 100 per cent.”

In the Guardian piece from which that quote is taken, Blunkett boasts of his clout as a former minister, being able to get more for his constituents.  He's as thick, Blunkett, as a bucket of pigshit and sees no incongruity in one constituency receiving better treatment than another merely as a result of  back-scratching, of   its member having been in a cabinet of filth; so grimy, so tainted is this vile old whore that he is deafened even to his own wretchedness, his complete, inadequate deficiency. 

In the same article Blunkett rants that his oldman's fling  with MediaMinster village bicycle, Kimberly Quinn, 

was entirely his own affair - it actually involved the pregnant Quinn hotbedding with hubby, 

with Dave and with Guuardian wine knob, Simon Hoggart, at least,  all at the same time

in an unwholesome, distasteful, disjointed gangbang - and none of the public's business. In fact, bullyboy Blunkett wrongfully eased the home office's processing of Quinn's housenigger's visa, misused members of the Special Branch in an attempt to bully Quinn, lied his dumb face off about it all  and was sacked.

I am  resigning because I have done nothing wrong.
  And for the sake of my little cock, I mean my little lad.

He was given a Mandelson Pass and soon back in government where he fucked up again, seeing his public duties as a means of privately enriching himself.  He is a nasty, corrupt, incontinent, brutish fascist, Blunkett,  and long ago he should have been in the hospital wing of Wormwood Scrubs.   

 Like nearly all of NewLabour - Mandelson, the Blairs, the Ballses, the Milibands, Campbell, Patsy-paedo Hewitt, Milburn, Reid, Hoon,  to name but those who spring swiftly to mind - Blunkett has betrayed the Labour movement, parliament, democracy, the nation,  and at every opportunity stuck his snout in pockets public and private; that Blunkett has done this often whining behind the screen of his disability is particularly abhorrent.

His intervention in the matter of Miliband's leadership is typically nasty, self-centred and disingenuous.  It would be an act of divine if ironic providence were he to be granted his sight on his deathbed,  only to see what a cunt he is. 

A home seckatry's thoughts.

Machine-gunning, it's too good for prisoners.
Honest, not invent.

this, from wikipedia

A controversial area for Blunkett was civil liberties, which he famously described as "airy fairy".[21] As Education Secretary, he had repeatedly expressed the intention that, were he to become Home Secretary, he would make the then-incumbent Jack Straw, who had been criticised for being hard-line, seem overly liberal. An indication of what he meant came in October 2002, when there was a serious riot at Lincoln Prison. Martin Narey, then Director General of HM Prison Service, later claimed that when informed of the riot, Blunkett became hysterical and 'shrieked' that the prison must be re-taken without regard to loss of life and that rioters should be machine-gunned if necessary. Narey concluded that Blunkett was not up to the job. Blunkett denied this version of events.
Blunkett served as education secretary, home secretary and work and pensions secretary under Tony Blair. He resigned as home secretary in 2004 after a visa application for ex-lover Kimberly Quinn's nanny was fasttracked. An official inquiry found a "chain of events" linking him to the speeding up of a visa application.
Less than 12 months later, his return to the cabinet as work and pensions secretary ended in resignation amid a row over his business interests.
 Talking of giving one hundred per cent, Blind  Boy's entry, below, from the Great Parliamentary Book of Bribes.

Register of Members’ Interests

Last updated: 2 Jun 2014.
2. Remunerated employment, office, profession etc
Payments for articles published by The Yorkshire Post, Wellington Street, Leeds LS1 1RF:
28 May 2013, I received a payment of £150 for an article. Hours: 2 hrs. (Registered 6 June 2013)
30 July 2013, I received a payment of £150 for an article. Hours: 2 hrs. (Registered 12 August 2013)
Payments for articles written for Associated Newspapers Ltd, 2 Derry Street, London W8 5TT:
30 May 2013, I received £2,000 for articles. Hours: 5 hrs. (Registered 19 June 2013)
24 June 2013, I received £2,000 for articles. Hours: 5 hrs. (Registered 27 June 2013)
22 July 2013, I received £2,000 for articles. Hours: 5 hrs. (Registered 2 August 2013)
15 July 2013, I received £750 for article in Mail on Sunday. Hours: 3 hrs. (Registered 12 August 2013)
27 August 2013, I received £2,000 for articles. Hours: 5 hrs. (Registered 3 September 2013)
18 November 2013, I received £1,000 for article in Mail on Sunday. Hours: 4 hrs. (Registered 29 November 2013)
Articles for the Radio Times. Address: Immediate Media Co Ltd, Media Centre, 201 Wood Lane, London W12 7TQ:
22 May 2013, I received £400 for an article. Hours: 4 hrs. (Registered 6 June 2013)
4 June 2013, I received £400 from The Sunday Times, 3 Thomas More Square, London E98 1RL, for an article. Hours: 3 hrs. (Registered 19 June 2013)
25 June 2013, I received £4,000 from DST Global Solutions, D S T House, St Mark's Hill, Surbiton, Surrey KT6 4QD, for a speech. Hours: 3 hrs (Registered 27 June 2013)
Member of the Oracle Capital Advisory Board, Oracle House, 8-12 Welbeck Way, London W1G 9YL. Four meetings annually plus charitable fundraising events:
Introductory payment of £20,000, donated to charity. 0 hours. (Registered 4 July 2013)
11 July 2013, I received £2,500. Hours: 0 hrs. (Registered 8 August 2013)
7 August 2013, I received £2,500. Hours: 0 hrs. (Registered 3 September 2013)
10 October 2013, I received £2,500. Hours: 5 hrs. (Registered 18 October 2013)
6 November 2013, I received £2,500. Hours: 6 hrs. (Registered 29 November 2013)
12 December 2013, I received £2,500. Hours: 5 hrs. (Registered 7 January 2014)
8 January 2014, I received £2,500. Hours: 4.5 hrs. (Registered 21 January 2014)
6 February 2014, I received £2,500. Hours: 4.5 hrs. (Registered 26 February 2014)
5 March 2014, I received £2,500. Hours: 4 hrs. (Registered 24 March 2014)
9 April 2014, I received £2,500. Hours: 4 Hrs. (Registered 25 April 2014)
1 May 2014, I received £2,500.  Hours: 4 Hrs. (Registered 22 May 2014)
2 September 2013, I spoke at a conference at the Sir Stanley Matthews Academy, Beaconsfield Drive, Blurton, Stoke on Trent, ST3 3JD, for which they agreed to donate £3,000 to charity. Hours: 4 hrs. (Registered 3 October 2013)
21 October 2013, I received £1,700 from the ACCA (ACCA UK, 29 Lincoln’s Inn Fields, London WC2A 3EE) for speaking at a UK Local Government summit. The sum has been donated to two charities in my constituency. Hours: 3 hrs. (Registered 12 November 2013)
21 October 2013, I received £3,400 from Ernst and Young (1 More London Place , London SE1 2AF) for speaking at the Yorkshire Financial Director Awards. Hours: 5 hrs. (Registered 12 November 2013)
4 November 2013, I received £8,500 from Zurich (Zurich London, 3 Minster Court, Mincing Lane, London EC3R 7DD) for speaking to a conference about risk. Hours: 15 hrs. (Registered 12 November 2013)
11 November 2013, I received £8,500 from the Young Presidents’ Organisation, Lagos (Young Presidents’ Organisation, 600 East Las Colinas Boulevard, Suite 1000 Irving, Texas 75039, USA) for speaking at their event in Lagos, Nigeria. The YPO also met travel and accommodation costs for myself and one staff member, to the approximate value of £8,870. Hours: 2 days. (Registered 9 December 2013)
9 December 2013, I took part in a conference for Tablets for Schools (Tablets for Schools, 1 Portal Way, London W3 6RS) for which they have agreed to pay £1,000 to charity. Hours: 3 hrs. (Registered 9 December 2013)
5 December 2013, I received £300 from The Guardian (Kings Place, 90 York Way, London N1 9GU) for writing a comment piece. Hours: 2 hrs. (Registered 21 January 2014)
7 January 2014, I received £3,400 from the NCFE (Q6, Quorum Business Park, Benton Lane, Newcastle upon Tyne, NE12 8BT) for speaking at their conference. Hours: 6 hrs. (Registered 21 January 2014)
17 February 2014, I received £5,000 from the Corporate Research Forum (One Heddon Street, Mayfair, London W1B 4BD) for taking part in a seminar on trust in private and public institutions . Hours: 7 hrs. (Registered 26 February 2014)
7 March 2014, I received £2,975 from the Voluntary Organisations Disability Group (The VODG, 6 Market Road, London N7 9PW) for giving a speech at their conference.  Hours: 4 hrs. (Registered 12 March 2014)
27 March 2014, I spoke at a seminar for Red and Green Halcyon (The Brewery, Bells Yew Green, Tunbridge Wells, TN3 9BD) for which they agreed to pay £1,500 to charity. Hours: 2 hours. (Registered 2 April 2014)
9. Registrable shareholdings
(a) HADAW Productions and Investments Ltd.
11. Miscellaneous
Visiting Professor at the University of Sheffield, 17 Mappin Street, Sheffield S1 4DT. I am reimbursed for travel and accommodation  expenses.
(Registered 2 December 2013)

from wiki, although true


yardarm said...

Always thought he was a town hall little Hitler, and an enabler for the national security state.

Kimberley Quinn was Boris Cock`s boss at the Spectator and even he didn`t ride that particular bicycle which speaks volumes.

Got a feeling Rupe bunged Blindy a column in one of his rags. Bribe ? Wouldn`t be the only one.

Anonymous said...

WTF is the Oracle Capital Advisory Board, and why did this wretched man receive over 40 grand for less than 40 hrs 'work'?

How can he possibly represent anybody other than the idle rich, the parasite classes, the kleptocracy?

Its all just delayed bribes, belated pay-offs for favours done whilst in power, isn't it?

Who, in their right mind, would possibly want any advice on anything, in the world, from Blunkett, or any of the other bastards for that matter?


callmeishmael said...

Fifty grand a year for a column in the Hillsborough Sun, mr yardarm. On social justice.

Sex with a thick,nasty blind man, old enough to be her father. Takes all sorts.

And he does, mr vincent, bung the small change to charity.

Mike said...

Mr I: far from viewing that long list of loose change receipts as an inditement, I'm astonished that that is the best that Blunkett can manage as a Minister of the Crown - well not really astonished, as he was really useless.

Was he not trying? Or is it off-balance-sheet? I would be embarassed to put that kind of minor shit in the record.

Woman on a Raft said...

Ormiston Sir Stanley Matthews Academy, Stoke-on-Trent is a state school for boys and girls aged from 11 to 16

Why is a state school donating £3k of either public funding or publicly donated money to a charity at Blunkett's request. (And which 'charity'?).

Dick the Prick said...

It's probably a fair point that we now have just one over-arching party with the Greens & Faragists operating as some kind of opposition.

As has been mentioned here ad nauseam, the Tories have their own Bad Boy Blunketts - fit for oh so fuck all yet promoted and given vast authority over shit which they have no idea of.

We've got that Francis Maude fella who runs the Major Projects Authority (I fanny about with large info systems) with some input from the Treasury and Maude set the fucker up in 2000 and only now, what, 10 months out from an election has he thought about auditing the fuck. Now, i'm not totally cynical yet, but it does make me think - well, what has the cunt being doing for the last 4 years - surely 4 years of bollock juggling causes friction burns or something. Granted, it's not life and death like Blunkett but it is the overall acknowledgement that most politicians just aren't up to the job.

I think Blunkett's closest oppo is Eric Pickles - truculent, anti-democratic, bullying, hectoring, machiavellian and ultimately disgusting. Both former council leaders who rode roughshod over any opposition and bent as Uri Geller's knob...hmm. Pickles rigged the vote on Bradford council to aggrandise his fat fucking unfellated phallus, the cunt.

I've had a meme going in my head that Labour have moved so far away from their core vote that they'd inevitably get their comeuppance but the polls don't bear that out. If I were a political analyst advising any of these cunts then all principle aside, it'd probably be a case of 'fuck it, keep doing what you're doing as no one gives a flying fuck and you'll never get caught'. Ah, 21st Century British politics - mother of all parliaments what what?

Mark said...

David Blindc*nt always struck me as a self-serving, self-important little git.
I remember thinking at the time - how can he possibly read all the material that a senior minister needs to read?
It must be that other people read it for him and gave him a précis of it.
So they would decide what he did or didn't need to know.
No wonder Blair was content with him in such an important position - but given that they allowed Jacqui Smith to be Home Secretary I suppose it isn't that big a deal after all.

inmate said...

mr Mark
"but given that they allowed Jacqui Smith to be Home Secretary I suppose it isn't that big a deal after all."
Given that every rule regarding home policy is handed down from on high by a president or mandarin of the EU, home sekatry is a non-job, a smoke screen.As our host has shown this non-job leaves more time for lining pockets and shagging hanger's on.
Like your good self mr. I, I too have watched the long slow death of the party I once thought represented people like me. But I think we were mistaken all along, the welfare state, the NHS, N.I. and all the much needed reforms post ww2, would have come along regardless of whoever was 'in charge' just happened to be a group of politicians with a bit of a conscience at that time. As you have said on many occasions, post whisky Maggie and the advent of mediaminster, particularly televising the commons, we are just fed shit, while the real controllers get on with doing what they do, stealing, murdering, beasting, snorting and ammasing themselves vast fortunes. As for Blindboy Blunkett, thieving Cunt, should expect anything else.

callmeishmael said...

I suppose there is no point in chiding Labour that it has promoted the far right, for in Blunkett and Co., Labour, itself, was the far right; compared with Reid and Schmidt, Brown and Straw, Mr Farage presents as an old leftie. I fear, though, that denied, by UKIP, a majority of their traditional, popular support the LibLabConfidence trick will simply shapeshift itself into a govament of national unity, for ever.

I do, however, like mr inmate, feel more betrayed by the post Kinnock-Mandelson Labour party than by the rest. I have never been able to bring myself to vote for politicians but my instincts have always - unlike newLabour's - been, well, Zen-Presbyterian-Marxist: Shit happens, take what you have and give it to the poor, workers of the world unite, you have nothing to lose but your Facebook page.

Francis Maude, mr dtp, is just a mean, vicious Tory nobody, like his father, Angus was and he is an ideal target for 'shire Ukippers. Fingers crossed.

banned said...

I know a nearly blind piano tuner; he does not lecture owners of crap pianos but simply refuses to attempt to tune those beyond hope, advises the owners to call him back when they have a new one and presents his call out charge.

Perhaps he deserves Blunkett wrapped around his legs when he is reduced to basketry.

Anonymous said...

"As with the Christian religion, the worst advertisement for Socialism is its adherents"
George Orwell

callmeishmael said...

I wouldn't describe any in recent Labour party history as socialist, mr anonymous. As for Mr Orwell, well, as yet another public schoolboy with no proper employment, he can be seen as one of the best of a bad bunch, his essays particularly are often timelessly relevant but I don't see his books as gospel, some lovely phrases, for sure but there are some of those here, too; they don't constitute a catechism. I don't, myself, envisage a survival of our species in the absence of some colletivist approach to the management and distribution of planetary resources; GlobaCorp, unfettered, will kill all those which it does not need, GlobaCorp is totalitaianisme nouvelle.

Mine, mr banned, wasn't a crap piano, it just wasn't a Steinway or a Bechstein. And you would think that piano ownership of any sort should be encouraged by tuners, instead, all the ones I have met deploy a Blunkett sneer, an unwonted supersciliousness that, if they weren'r blind would, like Blunkett, merit a punch in the gob.

Doug Shoulders said...

Never knew Blunkett was so busy, albeit in the service of his own pockets. Seemed to be hard at it much of the time…so to speak.
Surprised he ever found time to do his day job.

Anonymous said...

There must be something wrong with anyone who wants to tell people what to do - the collection of villians such as those described above would indicate this assertion to be correct. That's why I am concerned about "redistribution of resources" which to my mind is theft unless the person with resources bestows or lavishes said wealth on others without being told to do it, a request usually followed by "or else."
Lovely to see you back
in the saddle Mr. Ish.

Dick the Prick said...

Dear Mr Smith

I'm sure you're up to something but in your absence, i'll give it a punt.

My Fellow Etonians

Look, yes, quite, now it's been a difficult few days and, yes, what, maybe, yes, we've had to take one for the team but it's a team of which we all are a vital component, a cog - even Michael, and for that we must stick together and move on. Yes, perhaps, hiring Andy against your advice but our working class oiks were becoming restless and Oliver simply has too much work on running the country to bother about my election and so, ha ha, chums, I say to you, there is nothing to hide here but secrets themselves - calm down Duncan, the cleaners have been in - and further, we need to reflect on what the loss of Rupert's influence will do for us.

(interuption, Evans from Ribble has his cock out and wazzing all over Sarah Wollaston ....scuffle jacket found for Wollaston, Evans thrown into a skip head first)

To the heckles - up steps Tapsell:

Mr Pwime Minster, it seems that you hired a bounder, Sir, a blaggard and a scoundwel,and furthermore I put it to you, a charlatan Sir? Who was this man, why, I know of no one who went to school with his father and failed to see his purpose here.

Osborne, twitchy in his onesie, thinks now is the time to strike, to let his strategic brilliance shine - read on!

Heeroh, i'm your Chancellor - tee hee hee, no really I am - hee hee. Look, I haven't got a fucking clue what's going on but if I keep spunking cash all over the place then it looks like my career's safe. International markets? Fuck them? Someone said we had £375 billion of fake cash - was it you Redwood? How's yer wife?

Letwin pipes up - look, look over there, it's Angelina Jolie whilst kicking the fuck out of young George as he soils himself again.

Cameron, like a dart thrown on a Sunday night in a Wigan pub rises to meet the challenge.

Look, there's this Junker chappie who's an alcoholic tax dodging cunt who thinks he can run Europe, well, I say steady on chaps! Steady on! It's time we had a say and I say to you that I will issue another pointless fucking veto for no apparent reason without hesitation, deviation or repetition. They will hear in clarion voice that i've got bigger chickens coming home to roost and ignore the fuck out of me in no uncertain measure.

At which point Bill Cash accidently cums over himself and is doubly relieved as that's the first time in 8 years. Pickles, staring at Penny Mordant like a crime stat waiting to happen 2 fingers the last part of his dick that's exterior but has confused it with his frayed trousers.

The scene is set for tumult, conspiracy and threat.. but wait.. Teresa has news! Mr Quatada is innocent!

The smell of body fluids intoxicates them all and they die.


It could happen, tissue in the air conditioning and job's a good 'un :-)

Cheers dude


To Capitalists@Work for their Question Time competition and don't spare the horses!

Woman on a Raft said...

Phew! Thank goodness Hunt was able to release the Savile Enquiry today. That has put the jolly old spotlight elsewhere.

Pip Pip.

Dick the Prick said...

If you can't get the politics right, at least get the timing

callmeishmael said...

He does do that sincerity thing very well, does Jeremy, mrs woar; one would almost believe that the release of Madam Crow, QC's report was pure coincidence.

That's a good one, mr dtp, the dancing queen and mr al no-hands. Have to hope that they can do him for something or it'll be camel's egg on everybody's face.

Anonymous said...

Thanks Mr I. I have to agree with you re: the Labour Party & Socialism. Looks like I picked up the wrong Orwell quote. Maybe it should have been this one:
"Now I will tell you the answer to my question. It is this. The Party seeks power entirely for its own sake. We are not interested in the good of others; we are interested solely in power, pure power. What pure power means you will understand presently. We are different from the oligarchies of the past in that we know what we are doing. All the others, even those who resembled ourselves, were cowards and hypocrites. The German Nazis and the Russian Communists came very close to us in their methods, but they never had the courage to recognize their own motives. They pretended, perhaps they even believed, that they had seized power unwillingly and for a limited time, and that just around the corner there lay a paradise where human beings would be free and equal. We are not like that. We know what no one ever seizes power with the intention of relinquishing it. Power is not a means; it is an end. One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship. The object of persecution is persecution. The object of torture is torture. The object of power is power. Now you begin to understand me.”

On the matter of Mr Eric Blair's schooling, I do not think one should hold that against him as I doubt he had much choice in the matter, anymore than I with my 'bog standard comprehensive'. Regarding 'GlobaCorp', God (if I believed in him) help us - you are right. Raedwald has a good take on our local representatives over at his place:
I'll get back to my glass of screw-top vin-ordinaire now - as recommended by some medic in the Filthograph the other day accompanied by Terry Gilliam's 'Brazil' (knocks the football into a cocked hat). All the best. SG

call me ishmael said...

We can and should decry the practitioners of whatever they call it now, social democracy, and maybe those terms of Orwell's are appropriate, I certainly wouldn't argue with him about that. As for the circumstances of his birth and education, yes, those are not his fault but it does not follow that we should suspend our suspicion of their effect upon him. If I had to eject from the lifeboat either Orwell or Robert Tressel it would immediately be the former; if that sounds like crude class war it's because that's what it is, mr sg. Eric Blair nmight have become any other sort of dilletante, he chose to be a writer, a trade which, in my opinion, is a branch of showbusiness and one a long way beneath that of plumber or carpenter.

What they do, all of them, radical writers, commentators, even bloggers, especially bloggers, is short-circuit, blunt, divert and prevent direct action, you know, paving slabs and petrol bombs; those things, now, they are proper art.