Cor blimey guv'nor, can we rip tha foxes apart?
The Telegraph has an article in which it sends two members of the upper classes undercover in flat caps and sporting cockney accents to discuss foxhunting with Tony Banks.It begins:
Lulu and I had never been to the East End before. But we are good mimics, and we prided ourselves on the authenticity of our cockney accents. As we sipped our teas and re-adjusted our new flatcaps in the canteen of Stratford East Bingo Hall...
You couldn't make it up. After the meeting with Banks (in which they pretended to be constituents 'Mary' and 'Lorraine' from Stratford, mentioning 'this untin' stuff' they feared they had been caught out..sorry owt.
When Lulu reminded him that his own government had appointed at least half of the 700 peers, Banks was briefly silenced. We started to worry that we'd been rumbled. Banks seemed to be turning somehing over in his mind - the possibility that we weren't as ignorant as we'd claimed'
You couldn't make it up. Naturally it ends with the usual cant "Our Government has in effect declared war against a whole section of the British population in a thoroughly underhand way". That would be Parliamentary democracy, love.
Next week the Telegraph sends Gussie Wooster blacked up with coal tar to attempt to buy drugs off a Black Man in Brixton.
posted by Matthew @ 11/15/2004 09:04:00 AM
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