... oh give me a home ...

    It's quite pitiful how chuffed I am when people
    say nice things about my writing. Believe me, chaps,
    the gratitude is very deeply felt indeed.

    I'm wondering, though, what sort of poker-arsed figure
    I must present when Jim assumes I'm too.... I don't what....
    too something, anyway, to enjoy junk food or the Simpsons.
    For what it's worth, although I might have reservations about
    all that dough & processed cheese in a Macdonald's, I do love
    Marks & Spencers' Premium bangers (94% guilt-inducing
    pure pork) - & am in wholehearted agreement with Tina
    that the Simpsons belong on the top shelf of current satire.
    (I'd fall for Lisa before Phoebe any day.)

    Which brings me to the question I was going to ask before
    I opened today's maibox. How long are we going to have
    to wait before we see an American Waugh (whose centenary
    falls this year) or, indeed, another Heller? Or have I missed
    someone (not at all unlikely)? With all the batting & jeering
    back & forth about Ashcroft & Co, I wonder no one has
    - so far as I know - sat down to write the Great Satiric
    American Novel about the present scene. I don't remember
    who conceived the Peter Sellars characters in 'Dr Strangelove'
    but there's surely a lot of fertile land out there where the oviphile
    roams & the Pentagon generals play. Mockery has always
    been more deadly than sputtering indignation.

    I might have a go myself except that I don't know (or perhaps care)
    enough about the eligible villains. Any volunteers?

    Scottie B.

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