“Mark my words, we’re living in a fools paradise at the moment and, unfortunately, when the chickens come home to roost, Gordon Brown will be out of No 11, and some other poor soul will be left holding the baby.”
Talk about mixing your metaphors. From a letter to the Mail on Thursday, typical of the genre.
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Hope all is well with you, Ian.
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missing you
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