In the Belfast Telegraph yesterday, it said:
"Friends and foes hail former UUP leader and key architect of Good Friday Agreement after his death at 77.
David Trimble, the unionist leader whose thinking shaped Northern Irish life for a quarter of a century, is mourned by world leaders, colleagues and former enemies.The key unionist negotiator of the Good Friday Agreement and Northern Ireland’s first first minister died after a short illness."
was a few years above me.
|Trimble with his friends, marching for intolerance and hatred.|
Trimble of course, was Blair's patsy in the whole Ulster Carve-Up, too stupid to read even the runes of his own demise, too stupid to breathe; I always said it was a poor school, Trimble's the proof.
In his autobiography, from the safety of the House of Lords, Trimbs rants and raves - now - about our then headmaster, Randall Clarke, how he hated him, what a cunt he was; at fourteen, I told Clarke to his know-it-all, inveterate spanker's face, told him he was a cunt. I also told him that Hell would freeze over before he raised his cane to me, unless he wanted a broken jaw. I don't think anyone had ever fucked him off before, certainly not a putative victim of his perversion.