So what happens while I spend two weeks away from Blighty, on business?
- A champagne socialist Labour cabinet minister is found up to her elbows in backhanded Mafia filth
- A newly-ennobled champagne socialist peer of the realm is caught up to his elbows in state patronage filth
- The streets of Manchester are awash with blood because of the state's continuing humiliating failure to police its own streets
So, a typical fortnight in New Labour Britain then, without any further need for comment from the likes of me. But once I've been down the dry cleaners, caught up with my post, and got myself a haircut, I'm sure I'll find
something to say about it!
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