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Thursday, March 29, 2007

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dearieme

My memory is of old Footie working up a fine lather of (pseudo?) indignation and Thatcher, I guessed, feeling that she wasn't going to be out-patrioted by the collection of Soviet-arse-lickers that constituted such a large part of the Labour party. I also remember worrying that we were punting an awfully large part of our navy. Happily, the sinking of the Belgrano at least showed that the war wasn't going to be fought in a limp-wristed way. Of course, it was all in olden times - hell, a minister resigned on a point of honour. Very not New Labour.

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