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After the whirl and blur of noise of nonsense high speed news and counterfeit friends And well away from the shouting. In a rare moment of self selection and vulnerability He regretted his words. Those uttered (while playing his role of sports car fool) About suicides and executions and trains and strikers. "Ooh he's such a lad!" "It's only satire" they tried to explain in a superior way to a public too thick to understand, 'cos they didn't go to Eton. "Even if there is more than a grain of, well …" "Lighten up. Where's your sense of humour everyone?" "A touch of irony in a PC world gone mad" they protested. So it's three cheers for Clarkson, apparently without him and his type the country would collapse. The aristocracy is back, baby. He touches his car, searching for comfort should they come in the night. _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
