So-called New Politics is the same old politics under a new name
A bank holiday Monday is not a good day for a funeral, but I have a body that needs burying. It urgently needs burying, because the festering and putrefaction are underway.
I wanted to bury this body as soon as it was born, but infanticide is never popular, and so many people were hanging around, wanting to wet the infant’s head, that suggesting a quick strangulation wouldn’t have gone down well at the time. The name of the baby was New Politics, and the minute I heard of it, I knew I was never going to get into the fostering business. It was bilge from the outset





