But someone sent me a link to Simon's review of The King's Speech, in which he does such a number on himself as to require no comment from me. The presumably left-of-centre readers of Labour Uncut felt otherwise, and their comments disembowel the pompous little prat with admirable thoroughness.
Read 'em and laugh.
Hat-tip Scott
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Uncharacteristic understatement from el bich here. According to very decent people I encountered on a recent skiing holiday, this guy is pure poison. Arsehole of the Decade in fact ! In the early nineties however I really used to enjoy his stuff in The Spectator. Elegantly withering about the crapulous Major junta and its grotesque in-yer-face incompetence, his prose was always well up to the house standards. I always thought he was one of us ! The silly spelling of his silly name should have been enough to give the game away however. On Newsnight one night I was never so shocked as when I saw this fat, perspiring grammar-school oik frumm Liv-a-pule answer to the name of SS. Apparently he fucked up at Oxford big-time and despite being lavishly indulged when he persuaded some poor bird up the aisle, he subsequently virtually bled his ex-parents-In-law dry . Seeing the writing on the wall, he bailed out of the Browner's doomed play-group and proclaimed delusional aspirations to be Mayor of Brummieland. Uggh !
ReplyDeleteBooze, d'you suppose, or dope?
ReplyDeleteSearch me guv. !
ReplyDeleteAs a simple country grockle I only know what I read in the Pig-Breeders Gazette.
Pass the slop pail, Alice.....