ELECTIVE POP-TICIANS
Next Thursday is our General Election, though youd never know it from the press—currently theyre decoying us over the question of whether or not that extra half-inch" on the Princess of Wales waistline means shes preggers again. Rather tactless choice of decoy matter, actually, since last week la Di had a less than successful meeting with some school-levers up in the chronically depressed North.
ELECTIVE POP-TICIANS
LETTER FROM BRITAIN
by
Cynthia Rose
Next Thursday is our General Election, though youd never know it from the press—currently theyre decoying us over the question of whether or not that extra half-inch" on the Princess of Wales waistline means shes preggers again. Rather tactless choice of decoy matter, actually, since last week la Di had a less than successful meeting with some school-levers up in the chronically depressed North. They sought her sympathies on their unemployment and, in true Marie Antoinette fashion, she brightly replied, Why you must spend all your time in the pub."
The lads straightened her out: on the dole they could hardly afford to fulfill the handy caricature of themselves as yobs awash in boozy self-pity. Not that they were short on imagination, however—one offered Her Highness a few suggestions for her own alternative employment.