A rogues' gallery of mountebanks, charlatans and scoundrels
Of all the animals of prey, man is the only sociable one.
Every one of us preys upon his neighbour, and yet we herd together.
The Beggar's Opera: John Gay
Wednesday, 24 February 2010
At My Command, Unleash Meat Loaf
A reminder of my misspent youth: I've deviated from the rhyme scheme more than usual here because Darling's own words fitted uncannily well...
Oh, Whelan was screaming and McBride was howling And in Downing street the knives were all out; There was Brown in the shadows with a glint in his eye - It was a weekend I could do without. I don’t know why the briefers did what they did, One day maybe they will explain, What I do know, and it’s not a great source of pleasure, What I said, unfortunately, turned out to be true; We were bound for a recession again.
Well, maybe there’s no better thing in this whole world Than knowing you've been right, And wherever you are and wherever you go There's always gonna be a fight. And I know there have been some robust exchanges Between me and Gordon Brown, But there’s more that unites us than will ever divide us; Without me, you know, He’d really be alone.
And the forces of hell Were unleashed by Number Ten, When Brown’s two enforcers Were let loose and set on me again, again, again. Yes, the forces of hell Were unleashed by Number Ten; But now the day is done Then Messrs Whelan And McBride you’ll see it’s true That I’m still Chancellor of the Exchequer And there’s only one left of you.
Macheath, the notorious highwayman, has retired from a life of crime and can now be found behind the bar of Peachum's Tavern, favourite haunt of the rakes, rogues and vagabonds of 18th century Newgate and setting of 'The Beggars' Opera'. Visitors are always welcome; help yourself to a virtual tankard of ale and read on...