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In London There Was No Home Cooking Worthy Of The Name. When You Were In Funds You Ate Out. But Only The People Whose Faces Appeared In Such Publications As Town And Queen Could Afford To Eat In Restaurants Serving Food Which Would Leave Them Looking And Feeling Better Instead Of Worse.

Once, Bbc Television Had Echoed Bbc Radio In Being A Haven For Standard English Pronunciation. Then Regional Accents Came In: A Democratic Plus. Then Slipshod Usage Came In: An Egalitarian Minus. By Now Slovenly Grammar Is Even More Rife On The Bbc Channels Than On Itv. In This Regard A Decline Can Be Clearly Charted... If The Bbc, Once The Guardian Of The English Language, Has Now Become Its Most Implacable Enemy, Let Us At Least Be Grateful When The Massacre Is Carried Out With Style.

I Was Brought Up On The Proletarian Left, And I Remain There. The Fair Go For Workers Is Fundamental, And I Don't Believe The Free Market Has A Mind.

Dinner Was Meat - Not Hunks Of Meat, As In Australia, But Pathetic Scraps Of Meat, As In Britain - Which The Girls Upstairs Transformed Into Edible Dishes By Heating It In Secret Ways And Adding Bits Of Stuff To It.

John Mcenroe Has Hair Like Badly Turned Broccoli.