The Little Red Book
The Little Red Book of New Labour Sleaze is out. I’m in it, writing about “astroturfing“.
Once you get past a few of the pieces’ sniggering schoolboy prurience with regard to ministers’ sex lives, particularly (backs against the walls, lads!) those of gay ministers, and what I thought was a innuendo-stuffed misrepresentation of the Ken Livingstone/Oliver Feingold fiasco, the book is actually a pretty good primer of the high crimes and misdemeanours committed since 1997.
Posted on May 23rd, 2006 at 10:16 pm
Did it manage to avoid being Tory propaganda despite having been organised by two Tories then? I steered clear due to the risk of unwittingly advancing petty party politics, and then feeling unclean for the rest of my life. (And I’d do the same no matter which party was involved - unless they were offering to pay me, that is…)
No propaganda and no points were scored in favour of our blue brethren. It’s the unwittingly hilarious fascination with bumsex that makes it a must read.
Anyway, I plan to balance this ying with the yang of contributing to a “The Little Blue Book of Tory Sleaze” before the end of the decade…
Does this mean you think that they’ll get back in then?
I think we’re looking at a Con/Lib pact at least, don’t you? A lot of the seats in Labour’s majority rest on very thin majorities which wouldn’t take much of a nudge.
Three/four years out from an election with Blair entering his Caligula phase and Brown not pushing the electorate’s buttons, there’s still plenty of time for Labour to really screw things.
It’s the unwittingly hilarious fascination with bumsex that makes it a must read.
You’re certainly selling it well there. All the same, I think I might go for this one instead, no offence.
Talking of putting things in sore orifices, I hope your throat’s now on the road to recovery.
I am waiting for Justin to tear a new asshole in TB for the conduct of his wife in selling Iraqi war memorabilia (sp?) (because that war is just begining)
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Cheers, Larry. I’d been wondering what to get me Gran for her birthday. Throat getting back to non-throbbery, thanks.
I’m not sure if I can bring myself to be bothered about the latest Cherie Blair thing, FF. It’s not as if she cluster-bombed children and undermined human rights like her husband. “Greedy, class-free fool demonstrates greed, lack of class and foolishness” is a bit “Sun came up this morning” as headlines go.
I wrote the section on Blair and the Queen Mother’s funeral. Unless the scandal was considerably juicier than I had realised, there was no bumsex involved.
I wrote about Tessa Jowell; no bumsex there.
But that’s obviously because I hate poofs and can’t even bear to write about them. Unless they are Mark Oaten of course…
DK