- Fri Feb 03, 2012 12:09 pm
A Quartet of Youths who have the Appearance of Unwashed Loutish Ruffians and who play a perversion of what civilised people call Music, with outlandish instruments that operate by means of an Electrical Flux. Their Caterwauls and frenetic Drummings are of a type more suitable to Narcotic-Induced Voodoo Ceremonies. They hail, I believe, from a Northern provincial City of such Awfulness that its very Mention would sully the Lips of any Lady or Gentleman. I am led to believe they are in Trade, and sell to the Gullible and Unwary a Great Many Items called Long Players, but what these are I have been unable to ascertain notwithstanding my unwilling Conversations with Persons of other Stations and Ranks.
As a young man Cameron looked out on the social carnage of pit closures and mass unemployment, looked at Margaret Thatcher's government and thought, these are my people. When all the debating is done, that is really all I need to know.