Come Sit around younglings...
And I'll tell you the tale of Peter Hitchens.

Once upon a time there lived a grumpy old ogre, with a face like an enourmous slice of dissaproving ham. This old ogre lived firmly in the past, and refused to even consider that perhaps it was OK for a woman to have a job that didn't involve washing dishes, or that perhaps it was none of his fucking business what two adults get up to in their own home.

But the old ogre was a tiresome old fart, and his ability to be personally offended by the normal comings and goings of society (especially those people or colour, or followers of Mohammed) meant that he had a bile duct the size of shropshire, which he could vent directly into the Mail On Sunday readers on a weekly basis.

But seriously, his vemenhent loathing of homosexuality can only be a cover for his raging desire for a drug fueled, mixed race sausage party.
(tyrefire2001 Is it a fast ship?, Tue 9 Feb 2010, 12:40, 3 replies)

*click*
*clicking frantically*
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Tue 9 Feb 2010, 16:02, closed)

"with a face like an enormous slice of disapproving ham"
laughs right there
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Tue 9 Feb 2010, 19:41, closed)

Strange but true
He was a trotskyist at university - he's actually married to a cousin of mine (true). Started moving slowly to the right in about 1980 but this accelerated until recently he's reached escape velocity.

His brother's a decent cove, so he can't bring his up-bringing.
(Che Grimsdale Best before:, Wed 10 Feb 2010, 15:24, closed)