“The society which has abolished every kind of adventure makes its own abolition the only possible adventure.” Paris, May 1968


Thursday, 18 February 2010

The last refuge?

The general election looms. An unpopular Prime Minister looks gloomier by the day. The soothsayers of Victoria Street seem unable to discern any light at the end of the tunnel. Some are not even able to locate the tunnel. It's rumoured that some are unable to locate their arse in a dark room.Is there any way that the PM can be marketed as anything other than a dull as ditch water wet blanket? How might the Red Tops be brought on side? Just a minute! No, he ain't got the balls. Well it's worked before. Go on Gordie, it's your only chance. GET THAT FALKLANDS TASK FORCE UNDERWAY NOW.

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