The Tories of Kensington are certainly a peculiar bunch.
Following their deselection of Nicholas Scott who got drunk
once or ten times too often, they have selected former Tory
Minister Alan Clark who Richard Ingrams of the Observer
considers ``bonkers''. I couldn't agree more.
Clark's views on Ireland include this: ``I am confirmed in my
opinion that it is hopeless here. All we can do is arm the
Orangemen - to the teeth - and get out. This would give also
the not slight advantage that, at a stroke, Infantry
`overstretch' is eliminated.''
On the General Belgrano: ``So what does it matter where and
when it was hit? We could have sunk it if it had been tied
up on the quayside in a neutral port and everyone would
still have been delighted.''
d on Ian Gow, who was opposed to the negotiations leading
to the Hillsborough Treaty in 1985: ``He is peevish, and
fussed about Ireland. I said, don't. Ireland is a ghastly
subject. Intractable. Insoluble. For centuries it has
blighted English domestic politics, wrecked the careers of
good men.
``Ian said the pressure to concede everything to Dublin (and
thus expose the decent loyalists in Ulster to the full force
of IRA terrorism) is coming from the Foreign Office, who are
themselves reacting to pressure from Washington.''
Gerry Adams may well have a secret friend in his struggle to
restart the peace process. A French cartoonist shows him
aided by that intrepid little Belgian Tintin and the sturdy
Captain Haddock. The cunning Dr Joe and his shadowy Loyalist
allies have no chance.
My old friend Danny Morrison was certainly making headlines
this week. The London Times praised his defiance, The
Independent described him as heroic and tenacious and the
Guardian lauded him for refusing to give up.
It has nothing to do with the hours spent writing longhand
at his kitchen table as our ``boyish'' (according to the
Sunday Tribune) hero sweats over his latest novel.
No, this Danny Morrison is the New Zealand bowler who is the
worst batsman in Test history but who stuck it out for
nearly three hours to defy England.
The Guardian had a story this week about two of ``Britain's
greatest saints'', one of whom, it says, was St Columba from
``Londonderry, Co Donegal''. From moving statues to moving
saints.
The ghost of Big Jim Larkin will surely be near to Liberty
Hall today (Thursday) as ICTU delegates gather to vote on
the Partnership 2000 agreement with government and
employers. 30 January marks the 50th anniversary of the
death of Larkin who would no doubt remind workers that in
this plan `inclusion' means more crumbs from the table for
the poor, employment means more make-work schemes and
low-paid drudgery, and competitiveness means pay restraint
and unrestrained profits for bosses.
y signs of Big Jim spinning in his grave?