It's amazing what you can find under a German beach towel.
Speaking of old fossils, there's life in the old dog yet.
A mixture of law, politics, autobiography and humour. Once described as "The Devilish Advocate" (Guardian), I do have the ability to provoke a response. Sometimes it comes from someone who uses a thought process, and sometimes from jerks usually associated with the knee.
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Of course, I built the Concorde with m'bare hands, that's the sort of things ministers did back in the sixties. Wouldn't get it now of course. Not from new Labour, anyway; I'm old Labour, did I mention it ? When I'd built and flown the Concorde - I was a pilot, you know, in the war, lost my brother very sad, but life goes on - I went scuba-diving in the North Sea - I was a frogman in the war - and discovered all the oilfields. And then I built all the rigs - I was an engineer in the war,y'know. Y'know I get quite upset when people say I'm anti-American, I'm not, I'm anti-Bush. My late wife was an American. I used to say to Ghandi when I was suprevising his independence campaign, Ghan, I used to say, I'm not anti-American, I'm just anti-American. We had a great understanding, he was a great man and a great socialist but not as great as Jesus who I recruited to the movement, oh, a long time ago now. I used to say to Napoleon -he'd call on me for advice y'know- I'd say, Nap, watch out for Russia, these Soviets aren't real socialists, bit like New labour, and anyway, history proved me right in that, as in everything else.
Have you read my diaries? I have a few here I can let you have at fifty pence off the publisher's price. Volumes 47-93, The Constipation Years, are particularly interesting to students of me.
Hilary, yes, a good boy really, a proper old fashioned socialist, and now he's been made Minister for Plagues. Not that it's a real government, of course. But when we get the grand-daughter in parliament we'll soon revert to the core values of self-publicity, self-publicity and self-publicity which have served me so well in my career as an entertainer. As a good old fahioned socialist aristocrat I cling to the fine ideals of a leg-up for the family. Nothing like the hereditary sytsem. Don't suppose you have a cup of tea, have you ? For an old fraud ?
I can get you tickets to Question Time.
stanislav: I get the feeling that you just ain't taking this seriously.
By the way dad, you alays told me that you used to work at Fords in Dagenham as a lorry driver.
PS Mum says don't keep feeding the ferral cats at the front door as they pee on the doorstep and make the place stink.
PPS Your fish tank has no water in it and the fish are dead, have you even noticed this?
PPPS That bone looks nothing like Michael Foot, it has too much meat on it.
No.I is serious, innit? Anybody who sits up all night, overstating, revising and glamourising what he did in the day is a vain, empty-headed poltroon. The Benn Diaries reveal what a complete waste of space this man is; smirking, self-satisfied and sloganising, Tony Benn is great fun, of course, and probably has as much in the way of principle as Tony Blair.
He is also, by all accounts,as tight as a duck's arse, mean, money-grubbing, nit-picking, cheeseparing, pennypinching, not known as a man who buys his round, not that he is venal enough to drink in pubs; not when he can be at home in his bunker, tape-recording his fairytale memoirs. Hilary, too, is an utter cunt.
I am sorry to learn of your distressing family background. It is people like you that Mr Cameron does NOT want in the Tory party, or, indeed, the country.
I was wondering if we had met in prison; are you, in fact, THE Ron Knee, Scourge of Shepton Mallet, where all the screws are into bestiality and necrophilia ?
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