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I'll Declare My Own Interest Right Here At The Start And Admit That, Like The Vast Majority Of People, I Find Youthful Looks Appealing.

May I Just Single Out For Salutations, On The "anti-war" Side: Pop Stars For Appeasement, Dancers Against Democracy, Actors For Apathy, Fashionistas For Fascism And Jugglers For Genocide. All Of Them United Under That Flaccid Flag Of Convenience, Show-offs For Saddam.

A Wedding Is A Funeral Which Masquerades As A Feast. And The Greater The Pageantry, The Deeper The Savagery.

Graham Greene Famously Said That All Writers Need A Chip Of Ice In Their Heart; Cusk Can Come Across As The Most Beautiful Ice Palace Of Stalactites And Stalagmites, And Some People Find Her Company, Albeit By Proxy, About As Inviting As A Long Weekend In A Walk-in Frigidaire.

Contrasting British Servicemen And Women With The Appeasers, It Is Hard Not To Laugh. Are These Two Sides Even The Same Species, Let Alone The Same Nationality? On One Hand The Selflessness And Internationalism Of The Soldiers; On The Other The Whites-first Isolationism Of The Protesters. Excuse Me, Who Are The Idealists Here?