For some reason that breaking news yesterday morning at 9AM, and more specifically the through the looking glass shock and dismay response to it by the recipient of the judgment and his close and ever-diminishing coterie of friends and supporters, triggered thoughts of this song. Ironic thoughts, in the face of manufactured rage and bluster that people were telling horrid lies and making stuff up. The very thought – here’s your petard mate, you know what to do with it.
The only truly bizarre aspect to the whole sorry story is that it required multiple investigations and a committee of MPs to establish what anyone with 28g of sense knew the very first time they heard it.
It’s such good advice that it’s worth repeating.
