Profligate leftist prostitution partying from who knows where. || "It is now less and less necessary for the writer to invent the fictional content of his novel. The fiction is already there. The writer's task is to invent the reality." -- JG Ballard. || "You try running with your sagging breasts down the middle of the fucking street. People will throw a blanket over you. And grab you. And call the police. For fuck's sake." -- Germaine Greer.
And there's at least another 8 months of snivelling sycophancy from the media to come. Blaagh.
Posted by Richard T | Wednesday, November 17, 2010 8:51:00 am
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