As someone with more time for Red Ken than is now fashionable, I don't want to turn this blog into a Boris-fest, but this frank write-up by Max Hastings is too good to miss.
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What three otherwise sensible people have said about Webside Gleanings
It is a treasurehouse of the bizarre and the offbeat, and it could quite easily eat up 30-60 minutes of your day every day unless you approach it with caution. So - be cautious, be self-disciplined, but do go and have a look. It's a gem.
Froog
A charming compendium of the amusing, irritating and obscene, often in the same link. Its cross-eyed editor is an unsung genius who provides a happy meeting place on the net for the disillusioned, the slightly sociopathic, and people with a laptop who have a long time to wait for their train. A familiarity with the more arcane reaches of Church history may help the reader with the less obvious jokes.
It's like wandering into an emporium with lots of choice trinkets and ornaments that you never knew existed and would look just lovely on the mantelpiece.
Richard Donkin
Froog
A charming compendium of the amusing, irritating and obscene, often in the same link. Its cross-eyed editor is an unsung genius who provides a happy meeting place on the net for the disillusioned, the slightly sociopathic, and people with a laptop who have a long time to wait for their train. A familiarity with the more arcane reaches of Church history may help the reader with the less obvious jokes.
It's like wandering into an emporium with lots of choice trinkets and ornaments that you never knew existed and would look just lovely on the mantelpiece.
Richard Donkin
WEBSIDE PULPIT
Not only is it difficult to know the truth about anything, but to tell the truth when one knows it, to find words that will not obscure or pervert it, is in my experience an exhausting effort.
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2 comments:
I have actually met Ken (a long time ago) and for all his faults he did come across as funny and charming. The Albino Hamster, by contrast, always struck me as a big bumptious toff desperately pretending to be the sly wit of the Remove. I have also had an e-mail discussion with the Balloon-Headed One (Cameron) who really is beyond Wodehouse. I honestly believe if you locked *him* in a kitchen he would die of starvation (while making telling points about hunger under New Labour)
You lucky so-and-so. The only people I've ever met are the Krankies and Freddie "Parrot Face" Davies. And even they threw rocks at me.
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