You've all had fun about New Labour's crack-brained code of conduct for cat owners. What none of you have pointed out, though, is that New Labour might have form here. Whilst reading about the great folk guitarist Nic Jones, I came across this:
Another old boy [at Nic's school] was Jack Straw, who had yet to develop his taste for denying old age pensioners the right to keep pets in council houses. (Do you remember that London borough scandal, when hundreds of cats and dogs were put down?)
The only other reference I can find to this incident - Straw was an Islington councillor in the 1970s - is this.
There's also this allegation that Straw socializes with a cat torturer.
Let's not forget the grim fate of Humphrey the No. 10 cat - made to disappear at the behest, allegedly, of Ms Greedie Boot. A simulacrum was later presented from the suburbs, allegedly Humphrey in retirement. But without DNA evidence, who'd ever believe that bunch? It's not their lying that irritates me, more that lying is their instinct, their automatic first response.
Posted by: dearieme | February 01, 2006 at 11:34 PM
"Constable: If I may begin at the beginning. First, there is the Cherie Fondue. Now this is extremely nasty, but we can't prosecute you for that!" Sorry.
Will these fucktards ever leave us alone?
Posted by: chris | February 02, 2006 at 03:08 PM