On being a baby-murderer
I’ve recently been looking for someone to rent the spare room in my flat. By the time you’ve shown them round, pointed out that there’s no shower just a bath but enthusiastically thrown in free wireless broadband to make up for it, you’re beginning to get an idea of what they’re like and whether you could live with them. My situation demands, however, that I flag up a few more things: specifically, that homophobes really really aren’t welcome, and that they’d be living with a councillor, and a Labour one at that. Most people give you that look, a mix of why on earth would you want to do that and why on earth would you feel the need to tell me the dirty little secret about your fetish for meetings, gloss over your indiscretion quickly, and move on to safe topics like the expected magnitude of utility bills. Some, however, react poorly to my choice of leisure pursuit, and, shrieking “Baby-murderers! Anyone who still votes Labour is responsible for the murder of Iraqi babies!”, stampede out of the door.
I was reminded of this when reading the Don on a Green with bright ideas about building the anti-war movement.
(By the way, this really happened. Once. Although there’s a bit of poetic licence; anyone who’s gingerly navigated the loose carpet on my stairs knows that stampeding down them is really out of the question.)
Yeah Antonia, have you tried visiting http://www.screwfix.com? They should have some carpet tacks for you. It’s really very simple.
I found that Green guy’s post deeply depressing. Thanks.