Signifying Nothing Much
Edwina Currie's little friend, who apparently was something in the Government during the tedious period between Thatcher's removal from power and the first consecration of the Vicar of Downing Street, has been on television, ruling out a return to public life during the forthcoming Daveybloke administration. Now I know why I didn't feel the world tremble.
As one interregnum to the other, the insignificance claimed it had "human sympathy" for the Glorious Successor, who is "doing an extremely difficult job ... in extremely difficult circumstances", just like our boys in Iraq, or even those who shoot to protect us at home. The circumstances "may be partially of his making but nonetheless it's not helpful to the country or anyone else to have some of the comment about him that there has been and I regret that"; which proves, if nothing else, that the years have managed neither to burden the Currie-spicer with cogency nor to stiffen its moral sinew.
The interregnum, who served as one of Britain's least successful chancellors before becoming one of its least successful prime ministers, helped the country by noting that "Fear is toxic and it is spreading, and that toxic element, that fear element, is very serious", and probably spreading too, to an extent that is very considerably so indeed. Doubtless that is why the hole in the troposphere did its best to pour oil on the troubled economic waters before casually lighting a match and standing well back: "I would say inflation is probably double the RPI [Retail Prices Index] figure, so we're between 8 and 10 per cent. ... We're going to be very close to recession, if not technically in recession - two quarters of negative growth. I think that's entirely possible." It was observed by someone or other that "loss of confidence in the nation's economic health would have a knock-on effect on jobs and business". It is reassuring to see that the less fortunate consequences of economic downturn have finally obtruded themselves upon the intelligence of the political vacuum who whined about "doom and gloom merchants" during its own little negative growth period.
As one interregnum to the other, the insignificance claimed it had "human sympathy" for the Glorious Successor, who is "doing an extremely difficult job ... in extremely difficult circumstances", just like our boys in Iraq, or even those who shoot to protect us at home. The circumstances "may be partially of his making but nonetheless it's not helpful to the country or anyone else to have some of the comment about him that there has been and I regret that"; which proves, if nothing else, that the years have managed neither to burden the Currie-spicer with cogency nor to stiffen its moral sinew.
The interregnum, who served as one of Britain's least successful chancellors before becoming one of its least successful prime ministers, helped the country by noting that "Fear is toxic and it is spreading, and that toxic element, that fear element, is very serious", and probably spreading too, to an extent that is very considerably so indeed. Doubtless that is why the hole in the troposphere did its best to pour oil on the troubled economic waters before casually lighting a match and standing well back: "I would say inflation is probably double the RPI [Retail Prices Index] figure, so we're between 8 and 10 per cent. ... We're going to be very close to recession, if not technically in recession - two quarters of negative growth. I think that's entirely possible." It was observed by someone or other that "loss of confidence in the nation's economic health would have a knock-on effect on jobs and business". It is reassuring to see that the less fortunate consequences of economic downturn have finally obtruded themselves upon the intelligence of the political vacuum who whined about "doom and gloom merchants" during its own little negative growth period.
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