Galloway Pleads: ‘Help Stop This Madness Now!â€
George Galloway, the peace campaigner, consultant to the American Senate, and spokesman for the National Milk Marketing Board, today asked the world to help him stop the unhindered advance of his chin whiskers. This comes only a month after he had leapt to the defence of his beard when sections of the British media vehemently attacked its aggressive stance towards his chin.
‘My beard is a freely elected Member of the British Parliament,’ said Galloway at the time. ‘It has the right of free movement in this supposedly free land of ours, and what it says on the matters such as the Middle East, should be listened to very carefully before Mr. Bush and Mr. Blair lead this country even deeper into the quagmire of Iraq.’
Now, however, it would appear that the whiskers have gone too far for even the outspoken Mr. Galloway. ‘They’re almost down to my chest,’ he admitted, ‘and there’s nothing I can do about it but to SHOUT IN A VERY LOUD VOICE TO TELL IT TO STOP THIS MADNESS NOW!’ The beard, it would appear, was not listening.
Mr. Galloway, nicknamed ‘Gorgeous George’ among Chelsea hairdressers, has clearly been embarrassed by his admission given that it will delight many who had accused Mr. Galloway of ignoring world opinion when he first accepted the beard as a gift from Cuban President, Fidel Castro, during a visit last month. He said at the time: ‘Ridiculous. This beard was given by the President of a freely elected government, to the people of Bethnall Green and Bow, and I wear it as a token of our solidarity with the people of Cuba.’ A spokesman for the Cuban government admitted that they were glad to be rid of the beard. ‘It’s been nothing but a bloody nuisance since we inherited from the Bulgarians in the 1960s.’
August 10th, 2006 at 12:34 am
had george been there he would have been a nazi
“Looks like you’ll miss the Huns when they show up Harry”
That’s what my great-grandfathers best friend said to him just before he left London to immigrate to America. My grandmother had been sent ahead by a few years along with her mother and brother. Though they left England they kept her in their hearts.
And that remembrance was passed on to me. I spent many hours learning and singing old music hall songs from my great-grandfather, AKA Darky Harris of Dalston in his music hall wrestling days. The more bawdy the songs the better. And it wasn’t just songs; it was a deep respect for my English heritage.
Growing up remember encountering British sailors at my grandparent’s home. You see whenever a British warship made a port call in Boston my great-grandfather and my grandmother would contact the British consulate in Boston offering their home as a respite. Many a British sailor had a nice home cooked meal in my grandmas’ kitchen.
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