30-05-2010, 02:48 PM
A very germane cutting from this morning's press:
Quote:Gilligan Andrew, “Whitehall Gets Slick after BP,” The Sunday Coalitiongraph, 30 May 2010, p.3
A secret Whitehall subcommittee, named after some or other poisonous snake to convey the illusion of guile and deadly efficiency, has concluded its meetings on the full ramifications for Britain of BP’s ongoing travails in the Gulf of Mexico. Calling upon some of the finest minds in British diplomacy, spying and finance, the think-tank has produced a set of proposals for discussion by the full cabinet at some unspecified point this week, informed sources inform me via a plain brown envelope left with yesterday’s morning milk delivery.
Topping the agenda is the recommendation that the new government appoints, as a matter of urgency, a new ambassador to Washington where, it is widely agreed, a vigorous pounding for all things British is sure to follow. “We need a very special kind of diplomatist for these very special circumstances,” a senior Whitehall source said yesterday. “We need, in short, a most enormous arse to soak up the punishment and say precisely nothing. We believe we have just the man to begin the process of relubricating the wheels of Anglo-American comity.”
The arse in question
The man in question is believed to be Sir Denzil Tooth, the solicitor-general-turned-MP for Craven Cottage, as the Fulham constituency is affectionately known within Metropolitan police vice squad ranks. Tooth was forced to return to the back benches in Mrs Thatcher’s last cabinet following “a ghastly misunderstanding” in Soho’s infamous London Rubber Emporium, where he was accused of shoplifting while under the influence of excessive quantities of talc. His tired and emotional plea to the magistrate’s court – “I want the finest punishments known to humanity, I want them here, and I want them now!” – remains a favourite of the London legal circuit, several of whose members witnessed the entire shocking incident at first hand, albeit through a veil of pain, upside down, and a giant nappy, respectively.
Consigned to the back benches, Tooth dedicated himself anew to the three governing passions of his life: architecture, good food and the Church of England’s outreach initiative to the urban youth of Thailand. “I’m off to inspect a Bangkok erection” became a familiar refrain, as he dashed off, at short notice, to offer relief – and Otto’s Idea of the Holy – to his unofficial flock. This punishing schedule took its inevitable toll, according to colleagues, who soon noticed an alarming change in his appearance. “His entire torso and head disappeared among mounds of buttock fat,” one admirer explained. “He became a giant bottom.”
The human wedge
The challenge confronting HMG is a daunting one, another informed source informed me. “As 9/11 confirmed, the average Yank will believe anything and has the memory of gnat. But there are intelligent, unscrupulous types, mostly of the legal, political and financial varieties, who will use this little local difficulty to suggest, quite erroneously, that we have destroyed the Atlantic, and covered a lot of corpulent hicks in a thick, black rain of death. We need to drive a wedge between the gullible and the cynical. Tooth is a very large part of that wedge. What’s more, he’s as fat as they are, which must count for something.”
A second element to the subcommittee’s proposed strategy involves the BBC and the British Council. Speakers are to be selected and financed to tour the States, there to make provocative speeches in improbable places. It will be the BBC’s task to ignore these speeches in toto. Sir Reginald Pike-Darkness and Monsignor Maurice Gamp are believed to head the list of intellectual provocateurs designed to bring the boil of anti-British sentiment to a pussy head. “When it reaches a strained and swollen acne of anger, we shall lance it with the sword of sycophancy and a wad of cash,” explained the informed source. “But the eruption will take place in the backwoods, and no one who matters in New York or Washington will feel a thing. You see at once the strategy’s genius.”
"There are three sorts of conspiracy: by the people who complain, by the people who write, by the people who take action. There is nothing to fear from the first group, the two others are more dangerous; but the police have to be part of all three,"
Joseph Fouche
Joseph Fouche

