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Does anyone else feel that there's something disturbingly priapic about George Galloway? And not in a good way, either? He seems like very much the kind of snake oil salesman, or iffy time share operative, that Jackie Collins would write a novel about if she ever decided to embark on a dark, urban, brutalist period. 'The Man Who Husbands Admired And Envied, But Their Wives Adored. At Least Until They Got The Next Bank Statement.'
That small, sad sound you can just about hear in the background of this if you turn volume right up is the collective scream of the 'Respect' party, and their ruined, shattered dreams, at least for the meantime, of changing society for the better.
I'm not sure if you can ever trust a man over thirty who doesn't have at least a couple of drinks on social occasions, unless they've been in rehab - with every thirty minutes or so that this clown is on telly, 'being himself,' the allegations about the oil in Iraq etc become exponentially more easy to believe.
Based on his performance so far, he is something beginning with a 'c,' fo sure, but 'charismatic' isn't necessarily the first word I'd look for, personally. |
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