“When they come to your front door , how you gonna come with your hand on your head or on the trigger of a gun…”( Clash Guns of Brixton)SO what will you do when Milliband and “ Engsoc “ , come for you ? What death would sum up for you the drama of your life .If you are a symphony what is the last note to make it of a piece ?
Suggestions
Newmanias Death- I will go in a spatter of sub machine gun fire my hand flung in yearning to the Green of English Fields which though they call it Euro Region One will be forever England . My Blood and tears will mingle with the Red of the English flag and sink deep into the roots and soil below.
Croydonians Death- C will be under interrogation form the Broonite “ Social Worker combined Judge “ kill squad. They will have put up with him for a while in the hope his shallow Market rationalism can be turned but now he has to answer.
“ Croydonian Do you love the state ? Yes or no!!!”
“ Well is love really valid for a notional entity it’s a contract surely and you ……..”
“ Answer the question , one more sneer and you are dead””
“ Is that one more including this one or Arrrrrrrcggg!”
Thus he joins Newmania in the soil of the Country
The Hitch-
When he is eventually run to earth , having harried from his Lake District fastness with a band of sharp shooting guerrillas ,I like to imagine he will smile with satisfaction at the firing squad. One lad will lose his nerve and the Hitch will walk across calmly adjust the setting of his gun for him and request that he behaves like a soldier and get on with it .
One more ..Verity . She is far to seriously witty for this blog but I have admired her for ages . This is way I see it ….
For months now the state have searched for the flame thrower propagandist whose material surfaces like a malignancy in every bar and club in the land . . Though her followers try to hide her she knows that soon she must be found and decides that today will be that day.
She walks to the club Gethsemane ,a cool Jazz bar, puts on a old Nina Simone record ,and waits for the “ Social Workers “ to arrive ………
Outside they hear the rattle of machine gun, and sound of a plangent phrase playing over and over …….
In truth we would cry like babies I expect but ideally how would you like to be seen at the last
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I just hope the social workers don't have lovely uniforms, or I dread to think I might be tempted to turn!
A small masterpiece Mr N.
In Menachem Begin's memoir 'White Nights' he lays on the Revisionist Zionism with his NKVD gaolers fairly thick, and in a novel ('The Therapy of Avram Blok'(?)), the author refers to Begin boring them into submission. Seems like a crafty ruse to me.
Who would be the bore master general ...Brown is the obvious but Milliband is shwoing early signs of being a C_---- of the first water as well
Ed Balls would be the Torquemada figure I think. Can you imagine a duller conversationalist to be stuck in a lift with?
Oh Jesus yes ....and his wife .I would be throwing myself at the legs of the firing squad pleading for them to finish me
And Tessa Jowell emoting would leave you longing for death, any death.
'Being rumbled' clearly heightens your artistic powers, Mr Mania. When at last the patience of your long-suffering employer snaps, I expect the effect on the quality of your output will be extraordinary. (Which is not to encourage anybody...)
When the People's Committee summons me I shall favour them with a defiant, satirical ode of perfect scansion, quickly cobbled together for the purpose of highlighting certain comical aspects of the situation. Part-way through the second stanza they will invoke summary justice and shoot me out of hand.
(actually I am a soft touch for re-education, when I went to E.Germany in the mid 80's one of my Stasi minders was a young lady so comely she nearly made me change my mind about communism...)
Oh thats Briliant Nick.... I `m not at all sure who would be suffering the most.
( last Hurrah...Tommorow the "watchers " commence their demonic work)
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
Very good C I definitely got your death right .
" Yes but who shoots the shooters arrrrghhhh!"
Mania
You are spot on with Milliband, a Lavrenty Beria in the making.
I gave you a heroic passing Hitch an insurgent with an eye patch I thought
Do you think women are braver than men when they face firing squads?
Verity witty? No.
Ellee - women are braver than men in most things, that's why we have the babies and they cry like one when they have little more than a cold.
I'd like to go quietly in my sleep and not screaming like my passengers.
Nonsense EK I should have given you a noble end but I don`t really know what you belive well enough . You seem to me to have an eclectic sort of personality going this way and that.
That will be the musician in you !!
Elee are they ? Do you know the fild "Carve her name with pride"bnow the heroine there was the sort of example girls should have to wean them off all this Posh spice crap ....
Phillipa are you being mean to men again tsk tsk I suspect you like them really.
(I``m sure they like you)
I see no glory in death I'm afraid. It's most often messy and undignified - and then you rot.
Music - I think the quartet on the titanic faced death well, but then so did Sadam Hussain.
Philippa is right, we know how men suffer when they have "flu".
Virginia McKenna played Violet Szabo.....
Men also suffer terribly from PMT.
We don't GET PMT, but boy do we suffer from it !
Nicely done EK !!!
Like Electrokevin, I choose to die in my bed, but after the kiss of life from George Clooney (unfortunately unsuccessful in this case).
Ellee, my Dad once fainted from toothache.
EK, be very careful. A certain person is currently suffering from cramps that verge on labour pains (I imagine).
margorie - the people I gave deaths to I have got to know and they sort of reflect their virtual personas in some way. In your case I think you were at your most revealing on the subject of the Key Worker grants . So I am going to guess that you are a good humoured person who can dig their heals in and you obviously kick against the system a bit to without making a proffession of it.
So when New Labour are finally shutting down the resistance I see you tending to the wounded fighters and working yourself
beyond endurance until at the last escaping in a stolen bus you off thousands of them like the girl in where Eagles Dare...Love the edn when she breaks the back window and starts mowing down the hun !
How about that ?
( Still can`t quite be certain about EK he is a bit of a mercurial character )
That sounds pretty good, but haven't seen Where Eagles Dare - maybe I should. I think you read me quite well actually. The stolen bus bit, in particular (was going to contribute a story about that to your drunken antics post but thought better of it....!)
p.s. I work myself beyond endurance on a daily basis.
in this day and age how could anyone wish for anything more heroci than to die in glorious flash (photography) stunt, chased by fleet streets finest.
very dark, CU
(I think Guido might have been trying something of the sort on Newsnight yesterday)
M SAID-was going to contribute a story about that to your drunken antics post but thought better of it....!)
Oho Margorie is an almighty tease now we know there is good drunken story to tell....spit it out woman...so to speak...
By working beyond endurance can it that in the Private sector that would be that we call " All Day"
A nasty business I must admit.(
I can smell the burning flesh of the Martyr from here)
XXXXXXX:)
CU ...you really have a talent there.......bad bad taste...of course harrumph (glee)
Stories of my drunken bus-related antics will have to wait I'm afraid. Off to Scotland for my brother's wedding; might try to get an ASBO while I'm there (having a break from martrydom).
Spontaneous Human Combustion would be my fave; I'd train by reading Guardian editorials for a fortnight interspersed with tapes playing readings from the New Statesman (read by Peter Mandelson) as I slept. Then smuggle myself into a meeting of the NEC disguised as a cake ...
Genius raedwald sheer Genius its so difficult to pretend to be working when you are cackling insanely. I think i willl,post that as a mark of quality...
Clap clap clap
Margorie ;...Don`t toss any cabers while you are up there and look after yourself .
XX
A large brandy, on the veranda, in my nightie, on a frosty, starlit night.
Wow Lillith that sounds dark and sexy.a Fatal Femme
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