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Tuesday, 23 August 2005

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David. If you are Son of Duff, keep the fuck off my blog. If it's your son, tell him to keep the fuck off my blog.

Justin: Son of Duff does exist; my name’s Lawrence and the comment you banned in your post - http://justinhorton.blogspot.com/2005/08/cheapest-form-of-wit.html#comments - was mine: -


You see that’s just the sort of thing that gives Socialists a bad name.

And it’s a lie.

We’ve doubled spending on the NHS in the last 8 years and got less than double in return. Or put another way, to double output of the NHS we’d have to more than double spending on it.

So as a truthful Socialist, Justin, your answer should have been: “No, it’d be something more than four pounds more expensive”.

xox ;-)

Son of Duff

You Lefties are very moody of late; the fem-persons and Justin in particular. Must be all that waiting around for the revolution,

xox Son of Duff

LAWRENCE! You are not to upset that nice Mr. Horton, he suffers with his nerves, you know. Now come inside, wash your hands, it's time for your tea.

(Sorry, Justin, he's 40-years old and lives miles away. It just doesn't seem to work the way it used to.)

"That (excluding the Celtic fringes) is what it is to be British, and I like it immensely, and I'm proud of it, too."

So English then? What with the other three bits of Britain being celtic and all...

But I agree in general with the " simply do not hate each other", thang. People are willing to spend the time to find something, anything they agree on rather than purely hate them. Thats why sports were invented.

Well, as an American, I'd have to say I have similar views to my British namesake. I never cease to be amazed at the venom that spews forth from the fringe such as the Bionic Octopus, whose blog I had the misfortune to visit recently)! And sadly--in American society, at least--sometimes those with the loudest voice are sometimes perceived as being more correct. Thankfully that's changing here. But as a rule, I'd have to agree that the absence of hatred is a mark of civilized societies such as ours.

I know what you mean about the absence of hatred in Britain / England (I think you mean England, don't you?)

Yet, I've been going to Labour Party conference for years now (combination of business and pleasure - keeping up with old friends). I started going to 'Irish nights' organised by the Belfast branch of The Workers Party.

All of the combinations turned up and it was always a very convivial affair. The ex-stickies are an entertaining lot, whatever you think about them.

Now this may have no bearing on your general point David, but I thought it was interesting.

I met plenty of people at these evenings - people with a 'history' (or even less distance) between themselves and the UDA, the UVF, various republican factions, and other more constitutional groups in Northern Ireland. The same faces would be there every night that they were at the conference.

Given the choice of spending time with the other company that could be had at Labour Conference - mostly people that they had never been in a declared war with - they chose the company of people with whom they shared a barely concealed hatred.

I think a small part of what's happened over the last ten years in Northern Ireland is that a lot of people have realised that they are on their own against the rest of the world. It may mean that the 'celtic fringes' of Britain (as you describe them) have brighter prospects than we are sometimes led to beleive.

Thanks, Paul, an interesting insight. I suspect that there are different factors at work. First, there is the tendency for 'outsiders' to stick together. Second, there is the undoubted fact that, to outsiders in general, and Ulster people in particular, the English must appear to be either totally ignorant, or duplicitous, or both! Finally, there is what I can only call the WWI trench syndrome, where the guys in the front-line shared more in common with each other than they did with their own higher commands.

Have you ever seen or read a play by Ron Hutchinson called "Rat in the Skull"? A brilliant diamond of a play which says more about the Ulster situation than all the neswpaper leaders put together. It describes with painfull accuracy the way both sides are trapped in a deadly embrace, seemingly forever.

I'm not sure when you visited my site, but I have posted my own tribute to Gerry Fitt up above.

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