Eighteen Years Ago Today… Lest We Forget
I had a more than the usual spring in my step this morning and I couldn’t quite put my finger on why. My thanks to Iain Dale for reminding me.
Posted on November 22nd, 2008 at 6:47pm under Tories
I had a more than the usual spring in my step this morning and I couldn’t quite put my finger on why. My thanks to Iain Dale for reminding me.
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I was 9. I remember everyone in my house being happy. I was happy cause I’d just got some new lego.
I was 19, young man. I wonder if your generation will ever enjoy a drink as much as mine did that night.
I was sixteen, and yes, we did. Having been given the afternoon off by our Trotskyist maths teacher (who was too happy to teach) we went round to a mate of my dad’s and cracked open the champagne.
Amusing to see all the old gargoyles again – Waldegrave, Hurd, Baker the Self-Basting and Edwina Currie’s little gusset-fiddler.
Today is a special day for someone else, J.
Today is also Mr Andrew Gilligan’s 40th birthday! (via)
(That’s two we’ve helped ruin now. We’ll have to hire security or something for ours. Maybe leave the country.)
Not another one. Security? I suggest Blackwater. At this rate we’re going to need it.
It was my granddad’s 105th yesterday, although sadly he didn’t hang around to see it. Popular day, the 22nd November, all told.
Who was the other one you helped ruin? Mind must be going. Julie Moult?
Oh, just some chap who was reported to have made an ill-advised approach to the BNP in his youth.
When the original report re-emerged, it was during his 40th birthday celebration (or so he claimed); he had to drive from his parents’ house to his London office in order to retrieve a ‘retraction’ that turned out to be nothing of the sort.
The odd thing is, I always got the impression that he and his parents were based in Ireland, and yet he managed the drive in just over 90 minutes.