Political prisoner, activist, journalist, hymn-writer, emerging thinktanker, aspiring novelist, "tribal elder", 2019 parliamentary candidate for North West Durham, Shadow Leader of the Opposition, "Speedboat", "The Cockroach", eagerly awaiting the second (or possibly third) attempt to murder me.
Wednesday, 28 February 2007
Ha Ha?
Tonight, if you are so minded, the people who gave you A Very Social Secretary (or Blind Man Has Sex Ha Ha) will give you Confessions of a Diary Secretary (or Fat Man Has Sex Ha Ha). 12 or 15 years ago, British satire was a nightly, primetime outpouring of the most hysterical abuse, directed towards the Major Government and all its works. It then stopped more or less entirely, immediately after the 1997 Election and the death of Princess Diana (its other favourite target). And now it seems to have come back as this. Will we ever have proper satire again? But then, did we ever really have it in the first place?
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