Ken Leavingsoon, friend of assorted enemies of Britain and denizen of the underside of a particularly slimy stone, knows he has a fight on his hand from Boris. Hence he aims below the belt, having long ago abandoned any pretence (if he ever had any) to observance of the Marquess of Queensberry’s Rules. Occasionally and helpfully his low blow goes adrift.
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Tuesday 15 April 2008
Oily Snake Plays His Toxic Game
