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November 23, 2009
The Garden of Remembrance
What is all the fuss about? No, really?
I mean, what, in God's name, is wrong with Mr Cameron employing a personal photographer called 'Parsons' to chronicle his climb up the diamond staircase of fame?
Obama did it, which is a bit like saying Jesus did it; perhaps better in a way.
So really, what is wrong with Personal Snapper Parsons barking instructions in the Garden of Remembrance? 'Bend a bit, David, now straighten a bit...tuck the stomach in as you read the names of the dead...that's good, but lift your face, David; we're seeing way too much of the double chin... and more concerned; you need to look much more concerned, these were real people...no, I know they don't have any votes...look, imagine you're waiting for the latest poll figures...ah, that's better...OK, that's it, David; the fucking Dean of Westminster's coming and we haven't got permission. Leg it!
As I say, I don't see what the hullaballoo is about at all. Is there anything wrong if Mr Cameron wants to spend a quiet half hour in the Garden of Remembrance before everyone else arrives contemplating...er..himself?
Posted by Mr Bojangles at November 23, 2009 05:52 AM