Monday 24 November 2008

Kindred spirits at Westminister



  ‘You’re out of your senses,’ says I. Who would elect me?’
  ‘Anybody,’ snaps he. ‘A pug ape frae the zoological gardens could win a seat in this country, if he was managed right.’
Buttering me up, I could see.
  ‘But I’m not a politician,’ says I. ‘I know nothing about it and care even less.’
  ‘Then ye’re the very man, and ye’ll find plenty o’ kindred spirits at Westminister,’ says he…



Flash For Freedom!, p.20, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1980.




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