The Boy in the Newsagent's

Stupid, garrulous, fat, spotty arsehole that he is, holds up the queue all day long garrulating to every customer that comes in (except for me), and says loudly so that the whole shop can hear: "Bring back Maggie Thatcher -- that's what I say".
He is all of 17, perhaps.
Doesn't he know that horrible, dirty, tatty little businesses like the one he works in were closing down at the rate of hundreds a week under Thatcher's regime?
Them and all the filth on their top shelves, too.

On the other hand . . . I think I am turning into a Neo-Con. That is because I am in love with the writings and fine mind of Theodore Dalrymple, who writes in the New Criterion, e.g.:

http://www.newcriterion.com/archive/23/dec04/bentley.htm#