Political prisoner, activist, journalist, hymn-writer, emerging thinktanker, aspiring novelist, "tribal elder", 2019 parliamentary candidate for North West Durham, 2024 parliamentary candidate for North Durham, 2028 candidate for Mayor of the North East Mayoral Combined Authority, Shadow Leader of the Opposition, "Speedboat", "The Cockroach", banned from Twitter so officially more dangerous than the Taliban, eagerly awaiting the second (or possibly third) attempt to murder me.
Wednesday 20 June 2007
Fine Words Butter No Parsnips
Watching the final part of Andrew Marr's History of Modern Britain, how I longed for the return of John Major as Prime Minister. He only ever had one war, the unstoppable build up to which he inherited from his predecessor. He tried to resist the dismemberment of Yugoslavia. He maintained good relations with Russia. And, in complete seriousness, he used to tell Conservative Party Conferences that "fine words butter no parsnips". Will we ever see the like again?
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